Where the Chuckchi Sea meets the Beaufort Sea |
Iñupiat Heritage Center, Utqiagvik |
Do I care about how whales mate? Certainly not. Do I respect how the native whalers treat whales when they hunt for meat? ABSOLUTELY. It was nice to see how the cultures respect the animals that become their food. There are policies (both international and native) in place on how many whales each community can hunt per season. It is a quota. No one is strictly observing - but the hunters respect that. It is a community. Your catch belongs to the whole village. There is a pride. The one who hunts the whale is respected. The whales who "sacrificed" (yes, it is believed that the whales willingly "offered" themselves) their life to sustain the community for one more season are respected. After all, whales are considered the most sacred animals.
In the Nuvuk peninsula, we walked passing whale bones and several tree logs floating from far regions pushed to the Arctic in summer. More concerning were artifacts. My friend said, as a kid, he collected "treasures," all coming from China, Japan, Russia, and EU on the shore. Ocean pollution is a global problem, but Arctic is explicitly impacted that it can be observed by anyone who lives there beyond doubt. n a community sustained by whaling, whale bones are expected. But the Arctic tundra has no trees. The logs and artifacts are foreign.
The Northwest Passage is clearing up with the Arctic completely melting in the summer. Governments are even preparing for a Transpolar Passage that cuts through the north pole by 2050 summer or even as early as 2040 summer. The Nuvuk peninsula now has a serious tide problem, which the locals try to mitigate by placing large bags of sand along the shoreline. There used to be a thriving community in Nuvuk, which does not exist anymore. But Utqiagvik has this lovely Iñupiat community that has been living there for 10 millenniums.
No wonder Alaska has become my most favorite state in the USA. I always loved traveling and finding myself in new places, especially with new cultures. When I was
young, going on an annual school trip was so exciting. We would go on a
day trip in March every year - but it was enough for the young me to get
all excited for weeks in advance, starting from January. As I grow old,
to get the same level of excitement, I have to go to random corners of
the world. Each new place adds something to my identity. Memories make
my identity. It is like searching for something I have no clue of.
Regardless of the scale and the distance, I see travels as searching for
myself. With my continuous migrations since 2012, the lines of
traveling and migrations are blurred in me. Although I have not moved
since June 2018, I still feel the same nomadic self I was between 2012
August - 2018 June. The pandemic has clipped our wings. Yet with the
vaccines, there is some hope, and we may live again.
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