Brian and Eileen Keelan
Phone: 716-426-0684 URL: http://keelan.webspace.dellnet.com/
14 December 2000
Dear
We've had a good year in 2000, and hope that you have also. Eileen has continued her one day per week volunteering at The Nature Conservancy, which she enjoys greatly. I have continued work on my book on image quality research, the first draft of which is now about 80% complete. I have secured a good publisher and the manuscript is due to them during the summer of 2001, with publication expected early in 2002. It will be quite a relief to finish the writing! The research project I have headed up for seven years now is finally winding up; I will not mind a break from the responsibilities for a while.
Last winter was devoted again to
keying out plant specimens and planning travel for the year. We had substantial
snow during January and February, so we did quite a bit of snowshoeing for
exercise, which was a nice break from the stationary bicycle. We have both been
reading a number of exploration and travel books, of which particular favorites
were "The Last Place on Earth" by Roland Huntford and "The Worst
Journey in the World" by Aspley Cherry-Garrard, both of which describe
aspects of the race to reach the South Pole. I gave an invited paper at a
conference in
We started the camping season in
April with an Easter trip to the Blue Ridge Mts. of
In May we spent a week birding near
Pt. Pelee in
In late May and June we spent our
first two weekends in the Moose River Plains, which were horrid for biting
insects this year. In addition to wearing head-nets and tucking our pants into
our socks, we had to seal the cuffs of our long sleeved shirts to our wrists
with tape to prevent insects from infiltrating our defenses. We also had to set
up a tent for eating. There was such a high density of insects that once when I
was in the tent I mistook the sound of them striking the tent fabric for rain.
At the end of the second weekend we realized that because this was the last
year of our study, we would not have to visit the
In June we took our major trip of
the year, to
During July our nephew Corey
visited again as he did last year, with a special request to see moose. We
therefore headed to
We did some good field work in the Moose River Plains in July, August, and September, finishing the field season there with 21 days of field work to our credit, collecting about 90 specimens, and finding about 15 new species. This was our sixth and final season of our study, which has involved a total of just under 150 days in the field, during which we collected just under one thousand specimens and found about 520 species. We hope to be able to publish this work in a peer-reviewed journal, but with the current emphasis on molecular research, it may be difficult. At a minimum we will put the information out on the internet (we have just started a home page at http://keelan.webspace.dellnet.com/ that you can check out if you are interested). Some of the most exciting finds for the year were showy lady's slipper, a truly spectacular crimson and white pouched orchid; leathery grape fern, which we had seen previously only in the Sierra Nevada; and Goldie's fern, which is very scarce and localized in the largely acidic Adirondacks. It was a good year for the nomadic white-winged crossbill, a species that is present only every few years, but when present, can fill the coniferous woodlands with their canary-like song, often given while in flight. We did a lot of long hikes into remote areas, and I got pretty good at clearing trails with a Swedish brush axe as we hiked. One forgotten trail we hiked was described by one of our friends, a forest ranger, as being "so not there".
Eileen bought me a nice book
describing good flatwater canoeing sites in
A year ago we reserved a former
ranger cabin in the interior of
Our last weekend of camping, timed to coincide with the changing of the tamaracks (mid-October), was lovely. We did several nice hikes and canoe trips. Besides the orange-yellow of the tamaracks, there were yellow aspens and birches, orange cherries, and red chokeberries still with leaves, so actually there was quite a bit of color, even though most trees had lost their leaves by then.
Over Thanksgiving we spent 12 days
in southern
Christmas will be in
Eileen L. Keelan
We had so much fun on our Arctic
trip last year that we decided we'd like to go back and look for a few of the
things that we did not get to see. So, Brian spent the early part of the winter
exploring the internet for places to go and ways to get there that would fill
in some of those gaps. After a great deal of searching, he finally located a
place, Pond Inlet, on
Excerpt from the first letter we sent to Marian at Tununiq Travel & Adventures: "[We] are interested in visiting Pond Inlet this summer to see marine mammals, nesting birds and arctic plants...Ideally, we would like to have a floe edge trip of four or five nights plus three days or so to explore around Pond Inlet...Of the less common species, we would especially like to see bowhead whale, walrus, and polar bear."
From her response: "Travel on
a long sled (qamutik) pulled by a snowmobile, operated by an experienced Inuit
guide. At the floe edge, the landfast ice meets the open waters of
A great many e-mail messages were
sent back and forth over the next few months. Our friends, Jim and Ellen, from
Until recently, Baffin Island was
part of the
We flew out of
Marian met us at the airport and we made arrangements for the evening. Of the twelve rooms at the motel, only one was available, due to two conventions in town and a problem with the plumbing. So, after eating dinner together in the motel dining room, Jim and Ellen went to their room and Brian and I went off with Marian to her house where we displaced one of her sons from his bedroom for the night.
The following day we spent hoping to depart for the floe edge. Unfortunately, the winds were too high and we spent the day in town instead. After eating breakfast, we hiked to the dump and the sewage ponds, two not-so-scenic wonders (which no birder would think of missing) in search of interesting gulls, shorebirds, and waterfowl. After lunch, the afternoon was spent walking most of the way out to the drinking water pond. Marian served dinner at her house and then we moved to the motel.
Conditions were still not good enough to depart for the floe edge the next morning, so, after breakfast, we hiked all the way to the water pond, where we had a few nice birds, such as Baird's sandpiper and red-throated loon. This excursion took the entire morning so we really had to rush to get back to the motel in time for lunch. The meals were served cafeteria style and, because there were so few people to accommodate, the serving window was only open for about fifteen minutes (truly a narrow serving window of opportunity!). We made it back in time for a lunch of omelet sandwiches, mashed potatoes, and oatmeal cookies.
Marian came into the dining room as
we were finishing and said that conditions were still uncertain, so we decided
to hike to Salmon Creek; we'd be back in time to leave in the evening, if it
were possible. We had just set out when Mike, Marian's husband, caught up with
us and said we had the go-ahead to at least travel to
We got our stuff together and down to the ice where it was loaded on the sledge. We sat inside, leaning against the gear and covered with blankets. Our Inuit guides, Mathias and his assistant/cook Julia, rode the snowmobile that pulled the sledge.
A couple of hours of travel on the
ice brought us to
Dinner was ready when we returned, a delicious meal of caribou stew; Brian, the vegetarian, had a sandwich of Arctic char. The six of us crowded into the mess tent which was kept comfortably warm by the Coleman stove. There were three camp stools and a variety of wooden food boxes and coolers to sit on. After eating, we had hot chocolate, then went to our tents and to bed.
Brian was awake long before -- well, long before what would have been dawn, had there been a dawn, which there wasn't exactly since we were enjoying twenty-four hours of daylight. Still, there he was, wide awake at only three a.m., so he decided to go exploring. He hiked to the top of the plateau where he had a magnificent view of a braided river valley bordered on one side by hoodoos, spectacular eroded columns of soft rock. On one sat a magnificent white phase gyrfalcon; none of the four of us had ever seen this color phase before, so it was one of the primary targets of the trip.
He returned shortly before seven. We had hot chocolate and breakfast, then Mathias and Julia led us on what, for most of us, was the first hike of the day. We climbed a steep hill, where we saw a caribou track, the only evidence we had of caribou besides the one at Iqaluit. Then, up another steep slope from which we looked down and saw the white phase gyrfalcon that Brian had seen during his morning constitutional. We set up the telescope and took turns gazing down at the bird where it sat on top of a hoodoo.
Then, we clambered down yet another slope to a river bed. We set up the scope again and saw the gyrfalcon from below. It is always nice to be able to circumnavigate your life birds (or color phases). A pair of hikers came by and pointed out the gyrfalcon's nest and we saw fluffy babies in it.
Mathias and Julia showed us the hoodoos up close, the other reason for visiting the riverbed, then returned to camp and left us to explore them on our own. Julia gave us bag lunches of sandwich, cookies, and a juice box before they left. Returning to camp along the riverbed, the route advised by Mathias, was quite eventful. There were exciting river crossings, an impromptu swim, and ice-berg hopping that included a near-baptism in Eclipse Sound. We eventually arrived back at camp in various states of wetness ranging from fairly drenched to completely-soaked-from-head-to-toe, as well as being sunburned. We changed into dry clothes and hung wet things from tent poles and inside the cook tent to dry. Some equipment never recovered from the trauma. Our own recovery was considerably advanced by the arrival of Julia at the tent door with bowls of hot fish stew.
The next morning, we were up around seven a.m. and left camp shortly after ten a.m. on an all-day sledge (qamutik) trip to the floe edge. We stopped to see black guillemots nesting on a ledge; Mathias climbed up to check for eggs but found none. Glaucous gull nested here too. Lunch was at a pre-planned stop at a gyrfalcon nest in a crevice in the sea cliffs, but we did not see the birds. We reached the floe edge at dinner time. There was one other group there, somewhat disgruntled because they only had one day in their schedule at the floe edge and their best find was bearded seal, with no birds more unusual than king eider.
The sledge ride had been long, windy, very cold, and bumpy -- but fun! Still, after reaching camp it was good to go for a walk and stretch out a bit. We saw a number of new species: thick-billed murre, northern fulmar, common and king eiders, and ringed seal, the latter a new mammal for us.
Now that we were at the floe edge, we had a possibility of seeing polar bear. To make sure that we saw him before he saw us, Mathias and Julia took turns standing guard with a rifle during the night.
After breakfast in the morning, we piled into the sledge to run along the floe edge and look for birds and mammals. The ice got too thin as we went north so we returned to camp and continued for about a half hour to the south. We finally stopped at some open water, near a hunting camp, and had nice looks at some of the same birds, but saw nothing new. The wind that had kept us land-bound had also piled huge ice chunks up against the floe edge, making it difficult to find the open stretches of water that were necessary to locate birds and narwhals.
Back at camp, we had caribou
spaghetti for lunch then spent the afternoon in the sledge, driving around the
ice flow to look for polar bears. Mathias took a wide loop out over the floe
beyond the hunters' camp, and finally saw a polar bear! It was one of the most
exciting moments of the trip. We all had good looks at the bear through binoculars
and scope. We watched him shift position from all fours to up on his hind legs
to look around. Eventually we saw him run off, his hind legs swinging out
widely, as if on snowshoes. He was a beautiful creamy color. Ellen asked
Mathias how old the bear was and Julia translated, "He's a boy and he's
old." Then she laughed and said, "I guess I should say he's an old
man." We moved up for a slightly closer second look than headed back to
camp. This was Brian's 150th species of mammal that he has seen in
On the way back, we passed some
hunters leaving with their kills. Julia said one of them was her brother and
that every year he goes shrimp fishing in "What's that place?
In the morning, we returned to the
small section of floe edge that was accessible. The sea fog was pretty bad but
there was a youngish polar bear feeding on remains by the hunters' camp, to
which we walked to view the bear. It was only 100 yards (Jim & Brian), 200
yards (hunters), 400 yards (estimate based on image size in telephoto lens), or
six feet (Eileen) away! Eventually it swam by, regained the ice, swam again,
and foraged quite close to the qamutik. After about three hours, the fog lifted
for less than an hour, but that was long enough to see that there were many
hundreds, perhaps close to a thousand, thick-billed murres in the water and on
ice, like penguins, and that small numbers of dovekies were present as well!
Jim and Ellen had seen only one dovekie before, in
We also added arctic tern to the
list and saw a jaeger, probably pomarine. We left the floe edge about one p.m.
and returned to camp for a quick lunch before packing up. We started the long
trip home, going by the
Brian had another one of his early mornings so he walked to the gyrfalcon eyrie, adding hoary redpoll to the list. The redpolls were calling as they flew along the tops of the cliffs. He did not get back to sleep but later heard and saw the brown phase gyrfalcon replace its white mate on the nest.
The sledge ride back was slow and
very rough. We stopped for lunch only about seven miles from Pond Inlet at an
especially beautiful spot where the surrounding mountains were reflected in the
meltwater on the surface of the ice. When we were at
Back at the motel, about three
p.m., we took showers, stopped at the visitors center, and had dinner. Then we
took a six-hour hike to the
The next day we flew to