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Sunday, August 4, 2013, Sachs Harbour, NWT

posted August 5, 2013

Today was a day of rest for us here in Sachs Harbour. Mack and I walked along the hills to the east of town this afternoon. We had a good look at the ice from the hills above town and really wonder what will come next. Now we can not even get to the Mary Sachs site by boat. However, it looks like by tomorrow, it will be possible for Captain Bob to get into Sachs Harbour, if he can get across the strait. The wind was blowing from the east for a while, then back to south east, and now it looks like a north wind. So who knows where the ice will be tomorrow.

This morning I had a great interview with Ron Klengenberg who is here until Monday’s Aklak Air flight takes him back home to Ulukhaktok on Victoria Island. Ron is the great-grandson of Patsy Klengenberg, who was an important assistant to the CAE scientists in 1915 and 1916, in spite of his young age. Ron too seems wise beyond his years. Though 44 years old, he talks like an Elder, with a keen desire to preserve traditional ways of life, while at the same time recognizing that life has profoundly changed and there has to be a balance, a balance that many have difficulty reaching. Ron works as a wildlife monitor, for different research companies, as a hunter, and carves muskox horn for a hobby! We had lots of interests in common. His grandmother, June Klengenberg, I met and interviewed in 2002 in Kugluktuk. I had purchased a Copper Inuit dancing cap in Ulukhaktok that she made, before I met her. This same hat/cap was featured in our Expedition Arctic 1913-1918 at the Canadian Museum of Civilization in 2011.

Tonight I spent some time working on making Inuit snow goggles out of a piece of muskox horn. They won’t look as cool as Anavik’s because I ran into a problem with the horn core and had to change the design.

We have been treated this week to some great meals of “country food” including Arctic char and roast snow goose. Today we added the delightful sour taste of Arctic sorel, that we collected on our walk, to our last and fading lettuce.