[T]he most desolate looking place I have ever seen, or ever wish to see again.
Ernest Chafe, The Voyage of the “Karluk” (unpublished manuscript)*
So. My previous post ended with our rather hectic embarkation on the good ship Professor Khromov, moored off the Siberian port of Anadyr.
The Khromov is an Akademik Shuleykin Class ice-strengthened ship. She was built in 1983 in Finland, as a polar research vessel for the USSR. Along with several of her sister ships, she was sold off in the early 1990s during the disintegration of the Soviet Union, and converted for tourism. She is owned and operated (sometimes under the name Spirit of Enderby) by a New Zealand company, Heritage Expeditions.
Aboard her, we were heading to Wrangel Island, north of the Chukchi Peninsula:
This sort of trip is called expedition cruising. Exactly where you end up depends on the weather, and the sea and ice conditions encountered. Just the process of getting ashore is something of an adventure, often involving a wet beach landing from a Rigid Inflatable Boat.
If the surf is a little higher, then sometimes a stern landing is required (the bow of the RIB floats high and prevents waves breaking into the boat).
Or sometimes you can just cruise around somewhere that would otherwise be inaccessible:
Getting to Wrangel involved sailing around the Chukchi Peninsula and through the Bering Strait into the Chukchi Sea. What we did and saw during that time (and during the return journey) is the topic for my next post. Here, I’m going to concentrate on the six days we spent circumnavigating Wrangel itself. As you’ll see from the pictures above, we were blessed with freakishly good weather—there was stable high pressure in the Chukchi Sea almost throughout our time there, and the only problem we had was the occasional sea fog, and a little light snow on the last day.
Wrangel is a big place—125 kilometres from west to east, with rolling central hills that rise to 1000 metres. The coast alternates between cliffs and lagoon-trapping sand-spits. It was inhabited at one time by the ancestors of the modern Inuit (whose settlement dates, 4000 years ago, corresponds suspiciously with the extinction of Wrangel’s dwarf mammoths, the last survivors of that breed). But even the Inuit withdrew from this remote spot, and by the nineteenth century, when Russian explorers were expressing an interest in the north Siberian coastline, Wrangel was no more than a working hypothesis for the Chukchi and Yupik people on the mainland—an explanation for where migratory birds and reindeer were heading, when they travelled northwards across the sea ice.
The island was claimed by America in 1881, by Russia in 1911, and sorta-kinda by Canada in 1921, during a doomed colonization attempt. In 1926, Russia set up semi-permanent camp there—two villages, Ushakovskoye and Zvëzdnyy, were established on the south coast, with Yupik and Chukchi people being translocated from the mainland to live there. But the island became a Federal Nature Reserve in 1976, and the population dwindled to a group of wardens and visiting scientists. And it might have stayed like that, but it has since developed an unfortunate geopolitical importance. It’s situated at the east end of the Northeast Passage along Russia’s Arctic coast, and as that route has become increasingly navigable (because of the retreating pack ice), the Russian navy has become increasingly interested in maintaining a presence there. In 2014, they started constructing a naval base on the site of Ushakovskoye. The National Park wardens are based in a couple of buildings at Zvëzdnyy.
So here, in no particular order, are the broad themes of our visit to Wrangel:
There’s a beautiful simplicity to a tundra landscape (albeit an appearance that’s belied if you get down on your hands and knees and examine the complicated plant community). We got to see it in its autumn colours and never got tired of wandering through it.
The ranger station at Zvëzdnyy (on a site known to American whalers by the splendidly evocative name of Doubtful Harbour) stands amid the remains of the shortlived community there. It’s a bleakly picturesque place, all the more so when a sea fog rolls in. The rangers have been slowly clearing the remains of human occupation from the hinterland, so the decaying buildings are surrounded by a sea of rusting oil drums and discarded machinery parts. Some day, perhaps, this stuff will be moved off the island entirely. Apparently there’s a functioning drum crusher on the building site at Ushakovskoye—so there’s a possibility that the new military invasion might actually benefit the rest of the island.
There’s also the story of the Karluk survivors to think about. An ill-conceived Arctic expedition ended in 1914 with their ship, the Karluk, crushed in the pack ice. Crew and scientists trekked across the ice to take a sort of refuge on Wrangel Island. Their captain, Bob Bartlett, set off on foot across the sea ice to the Siberian mainland, supported by an Inuit hunter named Kataktovik. While Bartlett and Kataktovik completed an epic thousand-kilometre trek to summon a rescue party, the remaining personnel quarrelled their way through the Arctic summer, gradually falling victim to malnutrition before Bartlett’s rescue ship arrived at the eleventh hour.
Several of the survivors published accounts of the experience (including Ernest Chafe, whose opinion of Wrangel Island introduces this post). Jennifer Niven drew together all these narratives (and some unpublished diaries) to produce her book, The Ice Master (2000), which tells the story in detail. But I took William Laird McKinlay’s Karluk with me to read on this trip. McKinlay was one of the Karluk survivors, who eventually published his own account of the disaster in 1976, when he was in his eighties. The opening sentence of the summary on the back cover of my edition pretty much says it all:
High above the Arctic Circle, two men lie huddled in a blizzard-blown tent, with the decaying corpse of a comrade they haven’t had the heart to drag outside for the foxes to eat.
That image becomes all the more compelling when you’ve stood on the site of one of the bleak Karluk camps:
These photos are of the Dragi Bay camp site, on the east of the island. In the survivor accounts it’s always referred to as the “Cape Waring” camp—a reference to the rocky promontory on the south side of the bay. There were also camps at Icy Spit (one of the long gravel spits that run along the northeast coast), at Skeleton Island (at the mouth of the Klark River) and at Rodger’s Harbour in the south, where Ushakovskoye would later be built. The split camps were conceived as a way of maintaining adequate hunting—small groups, widely scattered, would put less of a load on the scant resources of the island—but they quickly turned into a way of keeping men apart who had grown to hate each other.
There’s a Karluk memorial on the Dragi Bay site:
The name of the ship is misspelled, and the date is wrong—this camp wasn’t established until June 1914. But I’m rather charmed by the notion of the ship being “squashed” rather than “crushed”. It sounds like it might, just possibly, have sprung back into shape again once the ice pressure had relented.
Wrangel has the highest density of polar bear den sites anywhere in the world. Polar bears are everywhere—on the tundra, up the mountains, on the beach, on the scree slopes, in the water and on the sea ice. And although we’ve seen plenty of polar bears, we’d never seen them en masse in the way we did at Wrangel. Watching the social behaviour of what we’d come to imagine to be solitary creatures was fascinating.
Another fascinating thing was the difference in “polar bear management style” between the Russian Arctic and other parts of the Arctic we’ve visited. In Svalbard and Greenland, the “correct” behaviour is to carry a gun but to retreat early and avoid confrontation. On Wrangel, the rules are exactly the opposite—no guns, never retreat (you’ll trigger hunting behaviour) and if necessary make a vigorous movement towards the bear to frighten it away. It’s guidance based on the long experience of Nikita Ovsyanikov, a polar bear researcher who has spent a lot of time on Wrangel.
The other big land mammals we got to see on Wrangel were musk oxen. Picture, if you will, one steely Russian warden walking slowly towards a little group of musk oxen, who are watching his every move. Behind him follows a little huddle of brightly coloured and overexcited photographers. Every now and then the guide stops; the photographers bunch up and click their shutters; the oxen swing their heads a little and then settle down again; the guide advances again; the process repeats. And then, finally, the musk oxen decide they’ve had enough and walk away from us. Show over.
This tilted slab of rock at Dream Head was just the right height for a musk ox to scratch against:
And here’s the close-up to prove it:
We were too late in the season for many birds, unfortunately. We did see a solitary snow goose, which seemed to be scanning the horizon anxiously, wondering where its thousands of buddies had disappeared to. Both species of Pacific puffin were still around in large numbers, and just as charming as their Atlantic cousin. (Few experiences can match that of sitting under a towering bird cliff with hundreds of puffins coming and going overhead, like bees from a giant beehive.) Kittiwakes were noisily omnipresent. There were lots of phalaropes, too, scooting around madly on the water like little wind-up toys, but difficult to identify precisely (for me, at least) in their drab eclipse plumage. And flocks of snow buntings swirled around us everywhere as we walked. Rarer sightings include snowy owls, long-tailed ducks and peregrine falcons.
AND FINALLY …
Wrangel happens to straddle the 180º meridian, exactly opposite the Prime Meridian, which runs through the Royal Observatory at Greenwich, England. Unlike the Prime Meridian, there aren’t many places you can go to stand on the Antimeridian, because it runs mainly through ocean. It crosses land at Wrangel, the Chukchi Peninsula immediately to the south, and then just three Fijian islands before it reaches Antarctica. On Wrangel, there’s a handy bilingual marker on the beach at Krasin Bay, although it’s in slightly the wrong position:
And that’s it for now. The next (and final) installment will be about the rest of our journey, from Anadyr to Wrangel, and from Wrangel back to Anadyr. More animals! More landscapes! Some geophysics! And a bit of culture!
Note on geographical names (added 11 July 2018): I confess I hadn’t expected there to be any great controversy about the geographical names of Wrangel Island, but in the light of comments below I thought I’d add a brief dissertation. The names have their origin in two languages—the English of the original explorers, and the Russian of its current occupants. To shift between the two, names need to be either transliterated (converting from the Latin alphabet of English to the Cyrillic alphabet of Russian, or vice versa), or translated. Quite a lot of that has happened, with sometimes interesting results. I’ve been guided by the rather sparse dataset of the GEOnet Names Server, supplemented by my own transliteration of names on Russian charts examined while aboard ship.
First up, Wrangel is the standard spelling for this island, named for Ferdinand von Wrangel, a Russian of Baltic German descent who looked for it but never found it. Historically, his name was spelled Wrangell in English, and that spelling has persisted in Wrangell Island and the Wrangell Mountains of Alaska, which were also named after him.
Many of the names I’ve used relate to the camps of the Karluk castaways, so I’ve used their names for these features.
Two names featured here have been transliterated from English to Russian and then ported back into English again. The first is the feature originally named Drum Head. The Russian language lacks the vowel sound /ʌ/, which appears in English “drum”, and so this name transliterates to Дрем-Хед (“Drem-Khed”). When heard by later English-speaking visitors, this was understood as “Dream Head”, which is now the more common English name for the geographical feature. The feature originally named the Clark River, at Skeleton Island, now appears on Russian charts as either Кларк (“Klark”) or Скелетон (“Skeleton”). The GEOnet Names Server contains both of these, but omits the original Clark.
* The phrase doesn’t appear in Chafe’s published memoir, The Voyage Of The “Karluk,” And Its Tragic Ending (The Geographical Journal 1918, pp 307-16). Jennifer Niven quotes it in The Ice Master, from unpublished material held by the Maritime Museum of British Columbia.
8 thoughts on “Russian Far East: Part 2 – Wrangel Island”
That’s a holiday . I loved reading all of it, enlarged and zoomed in on the photos, played the U-tube video of polar bears. Very interesting the different approaches to these big beautiful, fierce animals , between Canadian and Russian . Their wonderful big paws make swimming look effortless
Look forward to part 3.
Glad you enjoyed it.
I think an important thing on Wrangel is that the bears have never become habituated to humans – every human encounter has ended with the bear retreating in alarm; they never get food around human habitation, and they never see humans exhibit behaviour that triggers their hunting response.
You might get into a lot of trouble trying to use Ovsyanikov’s experience on, say, the bears that wander around Churchill, Manitoba.
I note your map has an additional spelling error of
“Dream Head” with the text making reference to
rock posts for musk oxen use. The location is not
“Dream Head”, it is “Drum Head” and was named after the paramour of Ensign Henry Jackson Hunt, U S Navy in 1881 of the USS Rodgers, after Blossom
In addition the Souhern most Cape on Wrangell Island, viz., Cape Blossom is also named after Blossom Drum of San Francisco.
Drum Head and the Drum Head Mountains are also commonly called Dream Head and the Dream Head Mountains. I was aware that “Drum” was the original name, but went with “Dream” because it’s the more common usage these days, and “Drum Head” unfortunately tends to evoke thoughts of actual drum heads.
No disrespected intended to Miss Drum. Maybe I should have told the story of the alternate names in the text, but you can only stuff in so information.
It was on July 29, 1901 that the US Board on Geographic Names set the spelling on Wrangell Island (formerly known as New Columbia Land).
Wrangell Island was annexed by the United States Government on August 12, 1881. View dispatch
42/768 of November, 1881 from the British Colonel
Office at the National Archives at Kew.
On May 17, 1884, Wrangell Island entered the District of Alaska. That was done by the Alaska
Board of the US Department of the Treasury under the terms of the Harrison Alaska Organic Act.
The US Board on Geographic Names currently uses the spelling “Wrangel”. You can search the relevant GeoNames database here. The relevant entry reads: “Wrangel Island (Conventional – C) / Ostrov Vrangelya (Approved – N)”.
The USA had an opportunity to assert sovereignty in the wake of Stefansson’s doomed colonization attempt in 1921, but didn’t do so. The Soviet Union then made their own assertion by occupation. See Melody Webb’s excellent account, Chronicles Of A Cold, Cold War: The Paperwork Battle For Wrangel Island (University of Alaska, 1981), for more detail.
Wrangell Island has been part of Alaska since, May
17, 1884 under the terms of the Harrison Alaska Organic Act. Stef. sold Wrangell Island to the Lomen Brothers Company of Nome, Alaska on
April 1, 1924.
The events on August 20 -24, 1924 was just an Act
of Soviet Piracy. That act did not effect title. One just have to read the Award of the Foreign Claims Settlement Commission of 1959 to get a clear understand. I am sorry to state that Webb is confused and here work needs a published refutation.
The name New Columbia Land lost out on
July 29, 1901. Wrangell Island was annexed by
the US Government on August 12, 1881 as New
Columbia Land. On August 24, 1912 it became Organized Incorporated Territory of the United States.
As someone who is neither a US nor Russian citizen, I’ve no interest in pursuing this further. As I say, my post conforms to common usage throughout, both in terms of the spelling of geographical names and in its brief discussion of competing claims to sovereignty.
I think your argument is probably with the US State Department, rather than with me. You’ve been able to use my blog as a little platform to present your views, which is fine, but I’ll remove any more comments on this topic.