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Friday, October 11, 2013

Tanana, Redux

What a change in weather from a week prior!

The village clinic:


Fish wheel:


Several of them:


The test fish wheel run for Fish and Game. The operator, PM, uses it to estimate the number, weight distribution, and species distribution of salmon coming down the Yukon:


One is still in the water. Better get it out soon!


Logs being pulled out for the biomass needs:


The water is silty. I picked up a piece of jade. It's downstream from the mouth of the Tanana, so who knows where this jade came from?


The Yukon looked gloomy:


A wind turbine is up where I had seen the met tower the previous week. This person moves fast!


Fog at the outlook point. Compare.


Compare:


In other news, Fairbanks' beloved Fox "Spring" well has run dry. Oh noes! I used to full up from there on my way home any time I went to the White Mountains! But that's just because I like the taste of it; "saving" two cents a gallon by using "free" water is not thaaaaat exciting to me, since it's a drive all the way across town...

And in other other news, wildlife troopers have arrested some jerks who chased down and shot a moose from their boat. The butt-holes denied it, of course, but I'm just gonna point out that calling your boat the Critter Gitter does nothing for your defense.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Notes from Here and There

The other night, I was tidying up my yard in the fading light of evening, and WHAM! Backed into a little tree stump. It gave me a nasty bruise:


In a fury, I whirled around and chopped it out. The ground was soft, and the roots gave way before I had chopped through the stump. I flung it down the hill as far as I could.

Several days later, I triumphantly completed my wood pile!


And as I went down the hill to assess how many more downed trees I had for future firewood. I found the stump!


I laughed at all of my chopping marks. I must have been really frustrated that night! I'm sorry, Mr. Stump. It's not your fault I fell over you. You gave up your life to give me a pretty front yard, I wouldn't even blame you if you attacked me in revenge. I gave the stump an honorable ending in a bonfire.

Aaaaaanyway, after finishing my woodpile, I thought I'd take a day off from chores. Whoops! I failed at that and could not resist the temptation to cut up a few more logs and tidy up a few more downed trees. I cut them to length and piled them beside my two (2) splitting stumps:





You want to know something crazy? Being in possession of two (2) splitting stumps makes me feel like a freaking PRINCESS. I say to myself, "Oh LOOKEE HERE! I can use either THIS ONE or THAT ONE! I can split wood HERE or THERE! I can stack it HERE or THERE! SO MANY OPTIONS!" :~D

I tried to take a photo with the girls using a camera timer, but only tried once, and this is what I got:


Aaaanyway, here is a photo of the girls waiting ever-so-patiently for their blessing at St. Matthews:


Today I got an email from Rev. Scott: "Thank you for the joy & just plain HOLINESS of Autumn & Linden yesterday. :) They're wonderful :). Big wonderful..." d'awwwww!

Oh yeah, just so y'all know that I don't just subsist on veggies and fried eggs over noodles... here is a photo of my Large American Pork Chop!


And last night I picked rose hips until my fingers went numb from the cold, and spread them out to dry:

Friday, October 4, 2013

Historic Caribou Crossing

The Fortymile Caribou herd is crossing the Yukon River:

Photo by Scott Johnson

Hunting this herd is controlled and contested. Because their traditional migratory grounds are so easily accessible by highway, the Department of Fish and Game has had to micromanage the hunting season to make sure that this herd is not over-harvested. Often the hunt will only be open for a day or so. However, since the herd crossed the Yukon into a different game management unit, some hunters got excited and began hunting them, since hunting rules North of the Yukon are less stringent, having developed with the more robust Porcupine herd in mind rather than the Fortymile. As soon as Fish and Game got wind of this, they shut down hunting the Fortymile herd.

Caribou migration patterns change from time to time, and no one really knows why. Herd sizes also fluctuate by huge numbers. Inupiaq stories tell of times of starvation and deprivation from brutal winters when the caribou just did not show up. In those days, caribou migration patterns were as mysterious and unpredictable as they are today. And the people depended so much on the caribou for food, clothing, and shelter in such an unforgiving environment, it's no wonder they had so many superstitions and extremely specific rituals.

Anyway, happy Feast Day of St. Francis, everyone! I generally try to be vegetarian on these days in his honor, but my neighbor gave me some leftover homemade pizza with moose on it this morning, and I could not say no. Autumn and Linden are going to St. Matthews with me this Sunday to be blessed. :)

The Tanana Report

Tanana is a village that feels very Not-Isolated. Because it's only a 50-minute flight from Fairbanks at a cost of only $300 round trip, and because there are over two scheduled flights per day, it feels less isolated and more connected to the larger world than most villages, even more so than some that are road-accessible. That twice-daily mail plane is a fact of life, and people come out to the airport with packets and boxes labelled with nothing more than, "To: Name, Tanana; From: Name, Fairbanks; Hold for pickup".

Because of this constant contact with Fairbanks, my traditional Arvay-gifts of sacks of potatoes, carrots, apples, and onions appear to be less impressive and luxurious in Tanana than they are in more isolated communities, but I just can't think of another appropriate host-gift... Anyway, I've found that it's better to err on the side of acting "too rural" than to err on the side of acting "too urban"!

Leaving Fairbanks, it was obvious from the surrounding hills that it's still Fall:




Approaching Tanana:


The famous wood chomper! You feed in a log, and it cuts it to 21" lengths and splits them at the same time! One person can operate it!


Giant log! This is from driftwood pulled from the Yukon. One forester estimated that about 300,000 cords of firewood come down the Yukon each year.


The Tanana City government is gradually transitioning to heat all city buildings with hydronic wood-fired boilers. One of the goals of this program was not just energy independence but keeping money in the local economy. They set the price of firewood at a certain price per cord (currently $300), and buy firewood from anyone who is willing to cut and split it.


The problem is that some local folks are getting greedy and less inclined to travel to legal lands where cutting is allowed. Trees are being cut from private property. Some local people are plenty angry, and I can't blame them. Also, cutting wood too close to the steep banks along the road is destabilizing the hillside and making it susceptible to erosion:




And then, of course, people are concerned about long-term sustainability. I saw this poster on the community bulletin board at the store:


Even pulling wood from the river is not a perfect solution:


The downriver communities (Ruby, Galena, Kaltag, etc) are understandably upset that the Tanana residents are pulling the best and most accessible wood from the river before they even have a chance.

I don't know what the answers are, but I do know that the Tanana City biomass program has also done a lot of good. Each wood-fired boiler displaces annually about 5000-6000 gallons of diesel. The money saved by the city so far has enabled building a new children’s playground, and improvement and weatherization of the school and teacher housing. Lining the school's walls with foam board has resulted in saving 7000 gallons of oil in the first year. And that did not cost any trees!

This is an Econoburn, a down-drafted system that requires the user to build the fire upside-down from what we wood heat users are accustomed to. One builds a pile of logs, then puts finer logs on top, and then puts kindling on top of that and starts the fire. The drafting system pulls the heat and combustion gasses downward, so the entire thing is essentially upside down. It was sort of challenging on my pea brain.


The firehouse, home of the Village Public Safety Officer, who also manages the surrounding forest and is trying to track down the illegal cutting. This is where I stay in Tanana. The VPSO is a very warm, friendly man who is also an excellent cook!


The newly-installed GARN systems in the school:


I lovelovelove the GARNS. Of all of the wood-fired boiler systems I have seen, the GARNs are the most robust and user-friendly. They also burn super clean; an emissions probe stuck into a GARN probe read less particulate matter than that in open air in downtown Fairbanks!

The water circulation system behind the GARNs. The GARNs heat water in a jacket, and the hot water circulates to heat the building. In theory, that's all you need. However, the efficiency of the GARNs is so high that most often I have seen people use a huge heat exchanger plate to use the hot water to heat glycol, and the glycol loop can then heat a much larger area than water can.


The plumber that did this has a long relationship with the city of Tanana. He has a private plane and flies in and out at will. He did the work for me without charging me his travel costs! He's also an impressively skilled and highly organized craftsman who put me in mind of our own lab manager back home, DL. (DL's reaction: "Of course!" Then he turned to a visitor. "Flying plumbers are totally normal in Alaska, you know.")

He sometimes scribbles notes on the walls:


One problem with village life is inaccessibility of normal services. Deionized, filtered water is Not a Thing in Tanana. They pull water from the Yukon. They filtered it with a 5 micron filter, but still get this sediment in the pipes:


Here is the Yukon. It always impresses me:


And the confluence as the Tanana flows into it. Whenever I am in other Tanana River communities, I look at it and imagine how long it would take me to canoe or ski home! (in this case, close to a month!)


Solar panels, plus a met tower. Hope for a wind turbine?


The grand city hall of Tanana:


And the store:


And the Episcopal Church:


And the Catholic Church:


The gas station:


Gas is only $6.25 a gallon! But why would you need more than three gallons, in a town that is a mile wide and not connected to anywhere else by road?


The Yukon provides nice spots for picnics:


The busy airport terminal:


The elders' residence:


The school:


And the State-owned liquor store--the only one allowed in town. Most villages are dry, but not this one:


I happened to see a barge arrive! The barges that go up and down the Yukon are in general the cheapest way for off-road communities to get goods during the ice-free times of the year. This one was from Crowley:


The mountains North of town had termination dust:






Minto Flats! I'm almost home!

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Evening on the Yukon



Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.


--Jane Kenyon, Let Evening Come