Weathered jawbones of bowhead whales form a fence around the cemetery in Tikigaq, (Point Hope) Alaska).
After four consecutive weeks of daily rain – a precipitation rate almost unheard of in this semi-arid region of the Arctic – we’ve had several days of brilliant sunshine. The past three mornings, the gravel that makes up the ground here in Point Hope has been hard underfoot. Frost. The cloudberries are over, and the frost means it’s time to go pick cranberries. In the old days, the dead were not buried. “The land all around was our graveyard,” I was told by one of the people of the village. But when the missionaries came, they told the people of the village that the dead must be buried. And so this cemetery was created.
Today while Barbra and I were eating lunch, we saw a snowy owl outside my classroom window. Last week a brown bear – a grizzly – passed by the edge of town. This might be a good weekend to get up early and walk up the beach in hopes of seeing a walrus.
Thanks for sharing and be careful up there
You are welcome 🙂
I know you must realize how lucky you are to spend time in such and interesting place! Be well and Safe travels, Ann and Jerry
So very beautiful
Wow..That’s so interesting. Thanks for sharing:)
I’ve always been fascinated by cemeteries (I hope that doesn’t make me a weirdo). This one is incredible!
I hope you get to see your walrus 🙂
Nomaddness, I think you’re in good company in your fascination with cemeteries. Even elephants appear to share the interest, regarding their own species.