Took a detour this morning through the Bonasila Slough, a 7 mile slough into the beginning of which the Bonasila River empties. The water of the Bonasila River is a clear brown, like tea. It is probably due to tannin it picks up as it flows through peat. This clear brown is immediately clouded by the waters of the Yukon when they merge. There was almost no current.
I took the detour to fish, no luck. Another wasted morning but for one thing. Near the end of the slough I saw some American Widgeon.
I was paddling along heading for the mouth when I glanced out of the corner of my eye. There near the bank were six brown ducks. Ah ha, a chance to to identify a new duck says I. They were about 30 yards away so I get out my book and binocs. But they, the ducks didn't fit. I needed to see more. Get them to move. I quacked they looked up stream (I was down) then returned to their preening. I started to paddle toward them, nothing. They tucked their heads in and went to sleep. I yelled, they looked around then settled down again. Hardly skittish. So I paddled toward them. I got up a good head of steam, picked up my binocs and almost ran them down. If I had used my head I probably could have gotten one for my dinner with the paddle. They finally took off when the nose of the kayak was upon them. The bow must have been about eight feet from them when they flew and I got a wing pattern and an ident: American Widgeon, immature (just dumb kids).
Saw also a couple of Pintails.
A day of rest. Stopped at a deserted fish camp which was on a creek. Got some clear water and looked around. Found a historical noval which I read as I drifted most of the day. Beautiful weather. Partly cloudy with warm sun. No rain or high winds. Made about 20 miles.
There's a hint of autumn in the air. Nights are getting quite chilly and during the day when the sun goes behind a cloud it is instantly cool. I am constantly putting on off my jacket, redoing the buttons on my shirt. Also, very significantly the birch leaves are beginning to turn yellow at the ends of the branches.
[French dialectal exposed lake bottom, probably from French s�che, feminine of sec, dry.]
A stationary wave usually caused by strong winds and/or changes in barometric pressure. It is found in lakes, semi enclosed bodies of water, and in areas of the open ocean. The period of a seiche in an enclosed rectangular body of water is usually represented by the formula:
Period (T) = 2L / square root(gd)
in which L is the length, d the average depth of the body of water, and g the acceleration of gravity. See standing wave. (Thanks to Coastal Engineering Research Center)
I wonder how deep this 'giant bathtub' was and if the waves were instrumental in forming it. If I had known this formula I might have been able to estimate the depth with a little better estimate of the period of the waves. return
You might ask why I didn't just sleep at Holy Cross or wherever and go to the post office in the morning. Being completely alone for so long made me extremely shy and jealous of my aloneness. I can remember skulking around the edges of some town and actually hiding from passing folk. Yet I enjoyed any companey I ran into. return
The animal is some kind of weasel: Sable I first thought because of the black tipped tail, Marten I later concluded after studying pictures of Alaskan mammals. I had a similar experience with a Fisher while hiking through the Trinity Alps in winter when I was the only human within twenty miles. I had paused to photograph a snow accented sign and when I had finished I saw a Fisher on hind legs watching me. We stood there contemplating each other for a while, then went our separate ways. When Humans are the rare species they become the object of curiosity of the dominant species. return
or as they say around here, kass'aq (pronounced "gus'-suk", derived from the Russian "Cossack") return
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