Loc: Drew Point
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 0,00 km
strong wind day
I forgot to mention something important from yesterday. I felt very aware of my presence in polar bear country while paddling through and along the ice belt. But as soon as we landed for the first time in an ice-free gap for a pee, a polar bear gave his mighty upper corner teeth to me. I think they are called ‘fangs’ in English. With this natural present, the old bear gave me protection and strength to make my way safely though his living space. His bleached half upper skull was lying on the beach just where I landed. With not much effort, I used a rock to bang the two mighty front teeth out of the britteling jar bone. Two giant, beautiful, about ten centimeters long fangs were falling in my receiving hands. The eight flat old backbone chewing teeth were grinded up and not as interesting to me, and I left them stuck in the jar. As much as I was gifted with the record-size walrus tusk in 2019, I also understand this as a sign of being welcome in this area.
We can sleep in today, as the wind is blowing again up to thirty-five knots north-east. I write my updates from the last two days, fix little things here and there and Lilja cooks cheesey pasta for lunch. As soon as my bathroom pottie is full to the brim, I am forced to go out to empty, and we combine it with a hike around the area. Well-dressed with all available layers, I was thinking to add sunglasses against the wind, but forget about my swim goggles I extra packed for sand-stormy days like this. But all good, my eyes can take the strong wind. Lilja has to fight a little more. We first hike a small section along the grassy cliffs to get an idea of the coast – and if we find any sign of ice. But there is none, as far as the ever-present fog lets us see. Down on the muddy sand spit, we beach-comb along the float- and jetsam lines. Very little civilization trash makes beach combing actually less interesting. Few bottles, some plastic tarps, some dense mat tarps, one glass jar, one German-labeled shaving jelly bottle with still nicely-smelling contents, and a plastic helmet. We spot two old bear and many caribou tracks, and I would love to be able to tell if the bear tracks were from a polar bear or a grizzly. Back in the tent, we indulge into spicy beef jerky, nuts, seeds and bars.
Hopefully, the wind lets us paddle tomorrow, at least those twenty-five kilometers to the Lonely Point radar station!