Saturday, August 7, 2010

MARKING THE ROAD

                          INUKSHUK

Inukshuk is an Inuit word referring to a stone image meaning  resembling man. Some are thousands of years old. Traditionally one arm is  longer than the other as it points the way. For hundreds of years, inukshuks have marked a safe passage, or pointed the way to a specific place such as an important caribou crossing or seabird colony, to a place where food or where a safe refuge could be found. Often surplus food of travelers would be stored in these stone images for hungry travelers to take.

They also held a spiritual purpose for a safe journey and return. The tundra, especially when covered in snow, can be like the desert, and one can easily lose his direction. The Celts did the same thing on the moors using Celtic crosses, which could be seen from long distances. Often coins were left on the cross arms of the cross for a needy traveler.

Some inukshuks are made from large boulders and one has to wonder how man managed such large objects. We saw a large one in Churchill and a couple more on the tundra. I am fascinated by them and actually came home and built one in my backyard.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

SALT POND

                 UNBELIEABLE FLOAT
One warm sunny morning during our week in the Sea of Cortez in Mexico we motored our panga over to Isla Partida. A narrow isthmus allows small boat passage only at high tide. With a little people-shifting in the boat and the guide walking the panga through parts of the channel where the water was really shallow we made it safely with no problem. Our destination was a small salt pond on the opposite side of the island.

After walking overland to the pond we all headed for the water which was warm and probably only 7-8 feet deep. Once your feet left the bottom it took a fair amount of energy and effort to stand up again. It was kind of weird to be suspended in the water with absolutely no effort. I sat suspended looking at my toes peeking through the water surface for a good while keeping my balance with a slight sculling motion. Talk about relaxing!

If I’d had a book I could have read while floating. There was no tide or current so one just stayed in the same place where he let his feet float to the top. We chit-chatted and visited with each other, but after awhile we’d had enough and one by one we started to stand and wade out of the pool.

Back on dry land, we watched lots of funny little fiddler crabs run around the marsh surrounding the salt pond. They are always a lot of fun to watch and they put on quite a performance for us. We were almost dry when we walked back to the ocean to rinse all that salt off both our bodies and out of our swim suits.

More than one of us remarked, “This was better than the Great Salt Lake.” It certainly was fun.