Tuesday, July 31, 2012

A lovely day off in town


JUL 30 2012 Annie
奔波在湿地与沼泽间数天后,我们终于赢来了今天的Day Off。脱下了又湿又重的防水服,摘下如同随身携带面具似的防蚊装,在欢声笑语中在连绵的歌声中地球守望者小分队前往了Churchill小镇!
必须一提的是,由于昨晚大家熬夜看北极光都很晚才回小窝睡觉,今早都十一点半了我出宿舍门才看到男生们带着朦胧的睡眼从洗漱间走出。抓紧午饭在研究中心吃完,十二点四十五分,我们准时出发。
路过著名的Churchill小镇牌,我感叹:这不就是我在谷歌搜的时候看到的牌匾嘛!我们停下Big Ben为我们完成了数张合影,有的大家每个人都显得很端庄优雅,有的看起来就像是十足的傻帽儿。很诙谐,很独特,也很有意义!稍作停留我们就开进小镇,小镇和我认识的中国乡村不同,没有所谓中国乡村的简陋或是农家特色,更和我们都熟知的现代都市有着天壤之别。丘吉尔小镇有着自己独特的魅力。低矮的房屋,个性的排列,独具一格的房屋建筑特色显得分自由洒脱。奶黄色的房体,淡蓝色的屋顶,还有可爱的小木屋咖啡厅。主干道虽然没有多长,但是两旁的小铺让人感觉生活在丘吉尔就是一件充盈而幸福的事,不需要物质上的过分装点,只要走在这条主干道上,到小木屋看一份报纸喝杯咖啡,生活就又是美好的一页。没有高耸入云的大厦,给人莫明的亲切感一些都是如此安逸。小镇上的每个人每个店主都彼此认识,每每走进一家小商店,和店主亲切的问好让你感觉这里就是你家楼下的小商铺一般亲切。微笑让这里拥有了更美妙的色彩。我们访问了当地的爱斯基摩博物馆,美丽的Paige为我们做了细致的讲解。看到了这里的原始居民和我们亚洲人长得很像,他们在地球的第二次气候变暖后从亚洲迁移。我还在这里买了一对漂亮的北极熊耳钉。太好看了,虽然我还没有一个耳钉,但是我相信此次回国我一定会打一个的!
剩下的自由时间我们在小镇仅有的几家小店盘旋,我买了两个手链一个丘吉尔的标还有一个爱斯基摩的特色小钱包,我太喜欢了。大家有的看了书,有的和我一样买了纪念品,还有的买了零食 ^.^
下午三点四十分我们集合前往海湾乘坐了小船。这也是我很像泄愤的地方,嘿嘿,真的好冷啊!我们在船上的时光就是被冻着的,我和心怡瑟瑟发抖,手脚冰凉。不过在船上我们看到了可爱的White Belugas。他们独特的身体骨结构为满足了他们的回声定位,使他们能够更好地在这片海域适应生存,更迅速地寻找到猎物,避开捕食者。但是船上的风凛凛的吹,参杂着只有四摄氏度飞溅的水滴,我们大家都蜷成一团。就在这时我们的船长给我们示意,我们的船周围都是Belugas他们在我们的船边翻滚着,还有的吐着泡泡可爱极了!大家疯狂照相。其实看完了Belugas我们又路过了一个小岛,岛上有只慵懒的北极熊!他看到我们后就躲到了岩石后面,还是不是为了吸引我们走来走去,再藏到岩石后,实在是可爱极了。
跟随者水波,我们来到了附近一个小岛,岛上是一个著名的军事遗址,不过说实话,由于我真的对历史不大感性趣,又因为冷得我快失去了知觉,我只在哪里瑟瑟发抖了,关于什么遗址的记忆也就抛之脑后了。
总算啊总算啊,我们回到了陆地上,看到了我们的小车所有人都欢呼雀跃。我们立刻驱车感到了我们要吃饭的小餐厅, The Lazy Bear Cafe,大家一共分成了四桌。迅速点餐迅速吃完,哇,真的我吃的好撑还点了一大杯热茶暖胃,好舒服啊!
难以想象我们都已经过了这么多天了,我真的不想离开。在这里的每一天生活都是那样新鲜,好奇,热爱,收获时刻伴随着我,也让我实现了当初自己为自己制定的目标,每天都要开心,每天都有不一样的快乐收获。我热爱这里!
Love you, lovely Churchill Town!


The Cremation of Sam McGee - arctic poetry


Robert Service (1874-1958)
The Cremation of Sam McGee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! Through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”

Well he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold, till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet ‘tain’t being dead – it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”

A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! He looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you, to cremate those last remains.”

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows – Oh God! How I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared – such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked”; then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear, you’ll let in the cold and storm –
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

The Big Earthwatch quiz!


7.28.2012 - by Nolan

Today was yet another day at Earthwatch! We woke up to the sound of our alarms, and the sun already risen (as of many hours before). Breakfast was bacon and eggs and lots of coffee, and then we were off into the field. Today, instead of heading towards the bay as we had done in previous days, we headed south, towards Twin Lakes, to retrieve our data. The fish team found nothing (or almost nothing) and Phil forgot his equipment and could not collect any frog blood samples. Unfortunately for him, we caught two big ones that he almost certainly could have used in his project. We also saw a number of chorus frogs! They are big and green, and certainly don’t look like they belong in the Arctic. Lunch was leftovers (again), and the afternoon labwork was long, if not overly difficult. The frog team had a lot to do, and was out in the field until 6:15. The weather was nice, but the bugs were not, and we were all happy to come back inside and escape the clouds of black flies that had swarmed and attacked anyone who set foot outside the center. Dinner was cheesy potatoes and ravioli (and of course, leftovers). After dinner we all sat down and took the Big Earthwatch Quiz (created by, and, in his best gameshow host voice, run by Big Ben). Questions ranged from arctic biome trivia to fun facts about scientists and facilitators, as well as geography, Canadian history, and general awesomeness. Jack, Nolan and Emily won with 56 out of 70 possible points earned. Pretty cool. The sunset was gorgeous (and not until almost 10:50!) The days are very long in the arctic...

Sunday, July 29, 2012

The view from the window

Annie!

Frogs and more frogs


                After the second day of working today, everyone was in the groove of things. We got to the first worksite in the morning and started working right away. There were still a few questions that needed to be asked because everyone was doing something new again, but we put those out of the way at the beginning and started to work. We were able to go to twice as many worksites (4) as yesterday because we were all working so smoothly, and partly because yesterday we had to move because of polar bears. I was personally catching frogs at all of the work sites. This might seem pointless to you, but we would take these frogs and extract blood from them. With this blood, we take them back in the afternoon to the lab and extract the plasma from the blood to look at the stress levels of the frogs when they are caught. We look at the difference between 5 minutes after being caught and 25 minutes to see how much more stressed out the frogs are. So far we are all having a great time!

Christian

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Thursday, July 26, 2012


Hello internet, Ego sum Phil and today I write to thee about the events of July 26th 2012.

Being an English scholar hailing from merry old Albion my “creative twist” shall come in the form of unnecessary grandiloquence. The day began as usual with us, the Earthwatch lemmings, being herded into breakfast and briefings by our benevolent staff overlords. The excitement in the air was palpable as we were told our respective duties for the day and with that a stampede occurred as we rushed to don our waders and equipment. Our research sites were in relative proximity to CNSC but still allowed for us to bask in the bombastic beauty of Churchill’s surroundings which served only to exacerbate the mood. Leaping off the bus we trotted along to the relevant ponds and to our surprise and delight the mosquito Gods were mercifully absent. After brief but fulfilling demonstrations from our magnanimous masters we began our days work. Divided into several groups we checked fish traps, caught frogs, checked water quality and gathered physical data from the tundra, all whilst attempting not to cascade into the murky depths of the pond. With work under way the mood was amiable but we were soon deviated from our diligence by the emergence of a Polar bear and as per the safety protocols set by Earthwatch we took refuge in our vehicles. A concupiscent desire to observe said Polar bear swept over us and the day soon turned into a Polar bear spotting exercise with only glimpses of the beast being seen. In the end our efforts were in vain and we returned to the safety of the CNSC building. At that point our hopes came to fruition as Professor Pounds/ Cash money/ Dr Dollar signs/ C money told us the intrepid bear had stalked us back and was now roaming the grounds intent on murder being friendly. With the afternoon’s dramatics over, science loomed its nerdy head and we began our lab work which consisted of meticulous measuring and data handling. Our brutal efficiency and natural talent was indicative from the start and axiomatically lead us to a hasty finish. And thus I am free to serenade you with the eloquence of the English.

This is a haiku
We went to a pond today
Refrigerator

Here we go again...


 Wednesday July 25th 2012                                      sunny

    Today was the first day that all kids stay in Earthwatch campsite. In the morning we got up at 7:00 and had breakfast. The breakfast in the canteen was delicious, we had sausages, noodles, breads, cakes, and so on. Everybody had a good meal. After that we just meet in the classroom about 8:15. That was the start on our day work. Dr.Ben, the man, who had Black Framed Glasses on his nose just like me, gave us a lesson that talk about the preparation before we start our research of "climate change at Arctic's edge".
During the lesson, Dr.Ben ask a question that what we should bring with us when we work out side the wetland. And John the tallest guy in our team emphasis that we need water. Phil, a person who always keep calm and had many good idea, put forward that we need bug juice and sunscreen. Then Dr.Ben replenish that we also need camera, gloves and extra shell. After the lesson we just wait in the room for the other kids who just had their flight miss.
What leave a deep impression on me is that the process we made traps to catch the fishes in the wetland. We were divided into four groups. We have Dr.Phil, the man who did the research of frogs, Christian, the boy who came from Boston and loves football, and Evan, quite a nice guy, composed as a group to cut the plastic bottles and binding them up. And we had Emily, my biology teacher at school in china, Willow and Annie are two beautiful Chinese young ladies. They composed into a group that Cutting the plastic rote and fishing line. John, Phil and me just tie up the rope and fish line together. Dr. Phil, Dr. Ben and Nolan, a Boston handsome young man, they played an important part of our work, they just wash the plastic bottles. We worked the whole afternoon and everybody enjoy their works.
    And after dinner, we just have an one hour lesson, listening the lecture about the research of  "climate change at Arctic's edge" I belief it must be an impressive day for all of us.

China   Jack(肖谕)




走在今夜那朦胧的北极日落下
                           AuthorWillow Wei
                                     Annie Xu

今夜,唯独一片寂静的天,和一条日落留下的彩带
这北极圈七月的风,凉凉的,撩过衣襟
这风,像水一般清新,却没有那么沉重
像爱人的拥抱,却不那么炽热
像雨后初晴的彩虹,却没有那么多彩
这是单调的风

我渴望的北极圈生活来到了
我在黑暗中说道
我喜欢处在看不见彼此脸的黑暗
喜欢那朦朦胧胧的风吹过
也许有些暧昧
也许有些激动
也许有些无奈

寻觅着观星台
无闻窗外夜晚无情的寒风
没有本因为黑夜定义的压抑
只有静谧,宁静

我不会通感
此时的优雅
却不能化作同样优雅的声音
我看得见
却只是幻想地看见
——听不见真实
听不见那光芒传递的声音

我在这里
在这个奇幻的从未涉足过的北极圈边
看见了什么
舞动着什么
浑然与北极迟来的夜晚相伴如睡眠
波浪平静的河
载得住这饱满的好奇吗
我的好奇
只能化作这喜悦的文字
这琬蔓的舞蹈
凝华成奇迹与美丽

我环望着着北极的夜
留下的是我永远的美好记忆