COUNTRY FOOD

        I began this series thinking about having nothing between me and the north pole. I then got looking at some photos and was reminded of things that I had forgotten. So the whale hunting popped up on some old photos.

       Then I saw the food processing and that's another whole post about gathering food.

      The men we went out with, were caretakers at the school. They received a decent wage for their work. However, if they bought their food from the Hudson Bay Store they wouldn't have enough money. Food in the store was very expensive. So they  processed country food to augment their food supply from their wages. There were many other people at this location. It had been a traditional hunting area and they still used it. 

     The butchering of a whale was a large process. These animals were about 12 ft long. The belugas are white. The skin is thick and tough. The outer layer of fat and skin are peeled off. Some of it is hung on poles and dried. Some of it is boiled in a large barrel and rendered down. The red meat is cut into strings of squares and hung up to dry. Some of this was made into muk tuk which they considered to be a delicacy. I didn't think it was a delicacy and I didn't try it. 

     So much of the summer was spent catching belugas and preparing the meat. This meat would last for a long time. For our guys (caretakers) they would eat this throughout the year with store bought food. They also shared some of this food with family and friends. 

     Traditionally this food was stored in the area and other hunting areas and consumed throughout the year, They were constantly hunting for fresh food. They could catch many seals and some of the seals were large. The skins were traded at the trading post. 

                                                 Boiling the fat

Whale skin and blubber hung up to  dry

White fish netted nearby

Parts of the beluga

Whale meat hung up for drying

Fat being cut for rendering. 

Fat being cooked in a barrel

Wood supply for cooking. 

ALONE

    How did this ever get posted? I did not intend to post this as there are errors and I have to change the photos. I hope you read the edited version of this post. 

It seems that one incident I write about reminds me of another incident. 

     As I've said many times , I spent five years in the Arctic. I was active and many adventures gave  me interesting times.

    The people and the land changed my life immensely. It gave me a completely different perspective.

    Our school care takers still went out hunting beluga whales. They agreed to have us come to their camp on the shores of the Arctic ocean. They had been there for a few days and had caught 2 or 3 whales and were in the process of butchering them and preserving the many parts of the whale that they would consume. 

    Their camp was between Tuktoyaktuk and Kitigazuit at a place called White Fish station. . They were in a neat little cove that that did not face directly out to sea. They were well protected from storms and high seas. There were not many high seas and the tide was about 18 in. 

    The next morning they took us out. We were in our own boat and were to follow. About a mile off the coast a beluga was sighted. They made a shot but were not sure if they made a hit  and the whale sank or if the whale got away. 

   They looked around for an hour or two and then went back to camp and continued preparing the meat. We were about 3 miles off the coast and were seeing small chunks of ice so it was time to get out of there. About 8 miles off the coast there began to be large areas of ice. 

    Later on that afternoon I climbed over the 50 foot ridge and went down to the beach. I was by myself and sat on a large piece of driftwood on the beach away from the other people. . 

   I gazed out into the Arctic ocean. It hit me that there was nothing between me and the north pole. That experience has stayed with me. So there was nothing but ice. 

                           The little protected cove behind me

One of the hunters telling us about hunting beluga whales

Large slabs of blubber which will be melted down. 

LONG WEEKEND IN MAY

       My last post was about a long weekend here and how I enjoyed the quiet.

       One of my favorite long weekends is a weekend I took to get married. Many teachers choose a long weekend to get married because of their work schedules. 

       The weekend of our first anniversary is one that stands out in my mind. It was the long weekend in May and we decided to spend it camping at Grieg Lake, Saskatchewan. Grieg Lake is a small lake in northern Saskatchewan. It's 1.5 km long and .5 km wide. 

      We were surprised when we got there because we were the only campers. It was perfect weather. The lake is beautiful with clear shallow water.

     We rented a canoe and spent most of the day paddling. Fish were hiding under the lily pads. If you pulled into the lily pads there were many fish trying to find another lily pad to hide under. 

     We were not fishing so spent the day paddling around the small lake. We had taken a lunch 

     There was a clean sandy  beach so we spent one day relaxing on the beach. We were the only people on the small beach.

    And of course, we headed for home on the third day,

    This is a weekend we talk about many times and how we enjoyed the quiet of a northern lake on our first anniversary. 

HERITAGE DAY

        In Canada, most provinces celebrate Heritage Day on the first weekend of August. This weekend is in a very pleasant time of the summer. People can enjoy an pleasant weekend camping. "We don't get snow around Aug 1."

        So this weekend in town has been very quiet. Some people are away. Other people don't have to go to work so traffic is cut down. My neighbor beside me is away, the guy across the street is away. 

       I enjoy this quiet time. At one time I went along with everyone else and travelled. I had a travel trailer so went to many different places. 

      So a very short wish to people and I hope you enjoyed Heritage Day. 

A MONTH'S DIFFERENCE

      I posted a 10:00 Pm photo on June 30 to show how much sunlight we were getting at that time. Someone suggested that I post another photo on July 30. A suggestion like that was too good to miss. 

   So here is my photo from June 30.

Here's my photo from July 30 of the same street as above. It's light but not enough light to show color. 

      Looking north and a bit west from my back steps at 10:00 PM rather than what it says on the photo. 

MORE NEW PEOPLE

       Some comments that were made on my last post about immigrants and temporary status got me thinking about the broader issue. 

      I'll go at this in order. Well, from when people first came to North America. Aboriginals came across the Bering Strait and spread across North America. They were here first so have first rights. 

     Thousands of years later, Europeans showed up in America. At first it was very few. For hundreds of years there were no governments so no recognition of immigrant status. I believe most of the immigration occurred in the 1800. It wasn't long before they began fighting with each other.

     Millions of immigrants came to North America. My family were immigrants. Mennonites who came later suffered extreme violence. Most of them lost everything. Mennonites here found them and paid to get them to Canada.  They were here for economic reasons and to enjoy peace and freedom. 

    Now there are many many people around the world who find themselves in economic conditions where they cannot survive. Others do not have peace and freedom. They come to Europe in small leaky boats. Many of them perish. They leave family behind. The pressure is on them to support their families back home. Europeans are unhappy about the migrants. Europeans were in the same situation many times. After the second war many immigrants came here and it was with permanent status. They had nothing left back in Europe. 

     Globalization has made it easier for people to move around the world. 

     So here we are again with people who just want security, peace and freedom. 

    

NEW PEOPLE

       Here, is like many other places where Ukrainians have come for a time to live during the war. 

     I have met many different Ukrainians. They have all been hard working and willing to learn about us and fit in. 

    One 20 year old showed up here about 2 years ago. She took a waitressing job at the Casino. We were there the night she started. Her English was very limited. The first night was nerve wracking for her and she dropped all her money on the floor. She worked hard at her English and became proficient with the language. She's here for a set time and then she has to go back. She's hoping her time will be extended. 

    So I got it in my head that we should do more to support and mix with these people in our country. I asked her the other day how to say hello in Ukrainian. You should have seen her eyes light up.  She wondered if my question was for real. So now I know one word in Ukrainian. So in Ukrainian hello is pryvit. 

     I'm going to ask the Ukrainian neighbors how to say thank you and then I can say thankyou to Karina at the restaurant. 

    I know that many people work to support some of the Ukrainians. I received satisfaction by seeing the obvious joy one little question brought.   

   So I will not be learning Ukrainian, but I will learn a few words.