2002 #2 July 25th Finnmark and Arrival in
Svalbard (Spitsbergen)
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From John:

As I write this we
are anchored in a small harbour formed by an old moraine, on
the west coast of Spitsbergen, about a mile from the snout of
a glacier. It is very different than Greenland in that the
glaciers are much less
active (smaller ice cap) and so we can get a lot closer to
them. There is a bit of ice sloshing about with the tide, but
generally small pieces, so not too much of a worry. There are
two beluga whales feeding toward the glacier
face and several seals, some with pups, basking in the sun on
top of the growlers—magic. The amount of wild life and its
fearlessness is the most dramatic difference from Greenland.
Even the birds are pretty relaxed and
come very close. A few days ago we were going ashore in the
dinghy when an immature fulmar fell in love with our outboard:
as long as it was running he stayed close, but as soon as I
stopped it he swam away.
So far the Svalbard cruise has been great. A good sail, though
cold, mainly broad reaching, from Norway, with a stop at
Bjørnøya (Bear
Island); messing about in the two southernmost fjord systems on Spitsbergen since. Lots of walking and photographing, and not
a little socializing. There are a lot more yachts than we are
used to in the high latitudes, and Friday we visited a
trapper's cabin after he called us on VHF. He's an interesting guy who
makes his
living collecting eiderdown from nests. Friday night he and
two of his friends came for dinner, arriving at 11:00 pm and
leaving at 2:00 am. This kind of thing is typical since the
sun just goes round the horizon with no
change at all in intensity to indicate night so things just
seem to happen with little reference to the clock.
We learned from the trapper that the bear threat is very real
here, and in fact they had to shoot one just a few days ago.
Basically the rule is that you don't go outside without a
loaded gun, ever. So our shore expeditions
look like the marines assaulting a Pacific beach. Ted first
out of the dinghy with the rented Mauser, then me with the
shotgun and slug loads, and finally Phyllis with a flare
pistol and thunder flash loads. We feel a bit
silly, but everyone assures us that we must be constantly
vigilant.
Talking of Ted, he joined us in Norway for the Svalbard cruise
and has been a good crew and great company. We originally met
him in Greenland, where he was hiking solo, during our last
cruise there.
Since our last voyage account, sent shortly after leaving our
winter quarters at Tromsø, we cruised north and east along the
Norway coast finally reaching, but not crossing, the Russian
border in mid-June, before retracing
our course as far as Honningsvåg, near North Cape, our
departure point for Svalbard. An interesting geographical fact
is that when we were at Vardø, Norway's easternmost city, we
were further east than Alexandria in Egypt!
Many people had warned us against the North Norway coast,
particularly east of Nordkapp, saying that it was flat,
barren, storm lashed and boring. However, as has so often
happened in the past when people have warned us off a place,
we enjoyed it very much. This coast has a rugged beauty,
particularly seeing it in the spring and early summer as the
snow melted and tiny wild flowers started peeking out from
between the frost blasted rock. As so often happens in little
cruised places only two or three yachts a year cruise the
coast east of Nordkapp—the people were incredibly friendly
and welcoming. The influence of WWII is still strongly evident
in the huge concrete fortifications built all along the coast
by the occupying German forces and the relatively new feel of
all the towns: During their retreat from the Russian advance
in 1944 the occupiers burnt almost every structure to the
ground. After the war the returning residents were faced with
starting from scratch and the stories of that time—of living
in hastily constructed barracks, of building a town from
scratch, of surviving the brutal winters—are still ingrained
in the culture.
Our plans for the future are to continue north up the west
coast of Spitsbergen—the largest and west most island of the
Svalbard group—and then if the ice and weather are good to
us, try to get through Hinlopen Strait to complete a
circumnavigation of Spitsbergen before returning to North
Norway, hopefully in late August. |
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Saturday December 01, 2007
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