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  • Fwd: EPISODE 575 MINING CAMP ON THE ALASKAN BARREN LAND ADVEMTURE..1959.(SERIES ON PEBBLE MINE)


    EPISODE 575   ALASKAN MINING CAMP ADVENTURES…1959 (SERIES ON PEBBLE MINE)


    alan skeoch
    MAY 2022




    Large mosquito?  Don Van Every and Helicopter in Alaska 1959




    SUMMER 1959:  Don VanEvery, Ian Rutherford, Bill Morrison, Mike Chinnery, Alan Skeoch and Dr. John StaM were flown to Dillingham, Alaska to conduct a Turam
    geophysical ground survey in he summer of 1959.  From Dillingham the Canadian crew were flown into the Alaskan interior  by two Sikorsky
    S 52 helicopters.   A camp had been constructed overlooking an Alaska river valley where thousands of sockeye salmon were laying their eggs before they died.

    We were told the site was a secret.  Whether this was true or not I have never been able to prove one way or another.  What I do
    know is that the site is located overtop a huge area  mineralization.  To this day, May 2022, no mine has been constructed

    The hinterland of Bristol Bay has become one of the most controversial sites in the history of north America mining. All that needs to be
    said is “How about the Pebble Mine?” and a stormy debate will follow.  “Are you for or against the Pebble mine?”

    There was no such debate when we were there in 1959.   So let me state and restate some of our adventures and 
    then look st the Pebble Mine controversy.   This is not a tiny story best forgotten.   It is one of the most controversial
    issues in mining today.  Is the Pebble Mine a dead issue?  Could be.  One of our adventures was linked to the big story.
    But we did not know it.  One tiny adventure.   


    alan

    ADVENTURES (as memory serves)


    1)  TWO huge Sikorsky S 52 helicopters piked us up when our F 27 Fokker landed at the
    obscure Dillingham fishing village on the Bering Sea not far from the Aleutian Island chain of
    south west Alaska.  Flying in a helicopter became routine that summer . So much so that we often
    sat with our legs outside the open cargo door.  Some kind of force held us in place.  Centrifugal?
    totally enjoyable.   The lead pilot awoke us each morning singing over the camp Public address system,
    “Let’s get fucking airborne”…and we would fly over the endless tundra to our survey points where we 
    would be dropped for the work day then picked up.  I even had one small misadventure when trying 
    to jump from the pontoon to the cargo cabin with a 90 pound reel of wire on my back. I missed
    and fell through the gap just as lif toff began….distance 10 or 20 feet, hit the soft tundra like hitting
    a rough feather bed.  I remember asking the pilot “What happens if we hit a sudden downdraft?”
    “If I have a sling load I just press this button and drop the whole load.”
    “Has that ever happened?’
    “Had to drop a whole diamond driller drill unit once.”
    “Wrecked?”
    “Imagine so, never checked.”









    2) WEAPONS:   “You boys can expect to be given rifles at base camp…30-06 hunting rifles. Be prepared.” said our boss
    Dr. Norman Paterson, one June morning in Toronto.
    And sure enough rifles were handed out on our first helicopter ride into the tundra.  I still remember my partner, Bill morrison , 
    commenting.  “How the hell can we carry rifles when harnessed into the Turam?   So We just stacked the rifles at
    the landing point.   Took a few practice shots at stunted spruce trees then forgot about the rifles.  Why were these
    weapons distributed?  The Humble Oil contractor feared we would have trouble with Kodiak bears. I suppose that was
    a legitimate fear but it never happened.  The closest I ever got to a Kodiak was one day trying to follow Bill up a 
    river densely thick with tag alder scrub brush.  I was about 100 feet behind Bill.  Saw his footprint in the river bottom…
    a swirl of sandy mud…and made a wrong turn.. I followed a bear who was getting out of our way.  Noticed a big patch of
    brown fur . Moving.  Turned fast .  Bill had gone downstream.  Bear moving upstream.  Nobody hurt.  Would the rifle have
    been any help?






    Normally Bill and Were strapped together by a 100 feet of rubber sheathed cable.
    Traversing river brooms often made it necessary to disconnect.  Hence my
    confusion leading to the bear incident.  Bears do not like our smell so
    they usually get out of the way if we make enough noise.  Sometimes a tin can
    with pebbles strapped to our waist was all that was needed to alert the bears.




    We were not the only people with weapons. The camp had a double purpose
    Our job was to pin point anomalies (unknown but surprising blips on our Turam consols).
    Then a diamond drillers crew would be ferried to the site to confirm by hard evidence (i.e. diamond
    drill core) the nature of the anomaly.  

    There were 25 diamond drillers in camp… and six Canadian geophysicists.   Seemed to me that 
    they were all armed with revolvers on western styled gunbelts.  Maybe not all.   But many.  If you
    carry a gun, there is a tendency to use the gun  As one of the drillers did one evening
    down by our beaver pond in the river bottom.  “Watch this!” And he made a fast draw and aimed
    at the beaver some distances busily chewing.  Killed the poor beaver.  
    “Damn, I did not think I was that good.”

    Bottom line?  The most dangerous place in my Alaska was our camp.


    TO BE CONTINUED

    “ADVENTURES IN ALASKA = THE PEBBLE MINE CONTROVERSY = TRIUMPH BY ENVIRONMENTALISTS”

    ALAN SKEOCH
    MAY 2022

  • EPISODE 577: Skeoch CAR re-creation hailed as ‘Epic Restoration’ in national magazine

    EPISODE 577 THE SKEOCH CAR
    alan skeoch May 2022
    Well this note from Geoff Allison was a big surprise that may interest readers. The ‘Little Skeoch’ had a short life when created in 1921 when fire destroyed the factory and 6 of the 10 models ever made went up in smoke. Fragments of the car remained … especially the paper plans. Thanks to Geoff and his gifted friends a model of the little car has been made as you may remember as I did a story on the car some time ago.
    Well today a thorough story has been printed in the june 2022 edition of Classic Car. And I mean through. With a pile of detail pictures. The full article is included.
    What is our family connection to this car.? I really do not know for sure. Nice to imagine the connection may exist though.
    alan
    > > Dear Transatlantic Skeochs, > > I am sending you a copy of an article published in the June 2022 edition of Classic Cars which refers to the re-creation of a 1921 Skeoch Cycle Car as an epic restoration – for your interest. > > Kind regards, > > Geoff
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  • EPISODE 576 : SOCKEYE SALMON or GOLD (a human dilemma )

    EPISODE 576 :  SOCKEYE SALMON or GOLD (a human dilemma )

    alan skeoch
    may 2,2022




    WHY THE DELAY?  

    Sorry about the story delay.  What I wrote about the Alaskan mining camp

    suddenly took a twist in my mind and I decided a bigger story would
    be better.  

     I worked in Alaska in the summer of 1959.  It was a grand
    adventure that I have presented in an earlier episode but the story
    has unfolded into a bigger and more startling story since 1959.
    A story that has only recently been resolved in favour of sockeye
    salmon instead of opening what would have been the largest open
    pit mine in the world.  The gold and copper extraction would have lasted
    for 45 years and 1,000 miners would have been hired at an average wage of
    $100,000 each.  The downside?  The last remaining wild sockeye salmon
    breeding ground would have been lost forever. A vast tract of wilderness.

     This decision was made
    in 2021.  The fight has been going on for more than 40 years.  Long after
    we abandoned our mining campsite in 1959.  I really believed that
    big money and human greed would trump sockeye salmon.  Hard to believe that
     Environmentalists
    and the fishermen from 30 Alaskan aboriginal tribes won the
    battle.  At least for now!

    Caroline, our grandson Jack’s girlfriend is studying environmental science
    at Queen’s University. I am writing this story for Caroline and her professors
    as well as my readers.  The decision to abandon the Pebble Mine project
    in Alaska needs to be told to a wider audience.  I still find it hard to
    believe that 55 billion pounds of copper and 67 million ounces of gold
    will remain buried in the Alaskan wilderness.

    So give me a little slack.  I need time to put this decision in readable form.

    alan skeoch
    may 2, 2022

    POST SCRIPT:  TAILING PONDS

    “Scars from large mining operations are permanently etched across the landscapes of the world. The environmental damage and human health hazards that these activities create may be both severe and irreversible

    Many mining operations store enormous quantities of waste, known as tailings, onsite. After miners excavate rock, a processing plant crushes it to recover valuable minerals such as gold or copper. The leftover pulverized rock and liquid slurry become tailings, which often are acidic and contain high concentrations of arsenic, mercury and other toxic substances. 

    Mining companies store tailings forever, frequently behind earth-filled embankment dams. Over the past 100 years, more than 300 mine tailing dams worldwide have failed, mainly due to foundation weakening, seepage, overtopping and earthquake damage.”  (Research Scientists group studying river systems)

    NEXT EPISODE— THE CAMP IN 1959





  • EPISODE 575 MINING CAMP ON THE ALASKAN BARREN LANDS..1959.

    EPSODE 575   MINING CAMP ON THE BARREN LANDS OF ALASKA…1959


    alan skeoch
    april 2022

    I just found my picture of our mining camp in Western Alaska in the summer of 1959.




    QUESTIONS THAT OCCUR TO YOU AS YOU READ THIS PHOTO….ANSWERS COMING

    SUMMER 1959:  Don VanEvery, Ian Rutherford, Bill Morrison, Mike Chinnery, Alan Skeoch and Dr. John StaM were flown to Dillingham, Alaska to conduct a Turam
    geophysical ground survey in he summer of 1959.  From Dillingham the Canadian crew were flown into the Alaskan interior  by two Sikorsky
    S 52 helicopters.   A camp had been constructed overlooking an Alaska river valley where thousands of coho salmon were ricing to lay their eggs before they died.

    We were told the site was a secret.  Whether this was true or not I have never been able to prove one way or another.  What I do
    know is that the site is located overtop a huge area of copper mineralization.  To this day, April 2022, no mine has been constructed

    What questions occur to you as you read this photograph.   Answers coming in next episode

    alan


  • EPISODE 574 WHALE WATCHING IN STRAIT OF BELLE ISLE….FRIGHTENING


    EPISODE 574    WHALE WATCHING IN STRAIT OF BELLE ISLE….FRIGHTENING

    alan skeoch
    april 2022


    The rocky eastern shore of Newfoundland was strewn with lobster traps…some bashed up but most could
    be easily repaired.   Seemed a loss that we could help relieve.  So began our Lobster Trap Rescue


    Our fishing had not been too successful using fishing rods.  Great schools of capelin rolled onto
    the eastern beaches of Newfoundland not  far from, St. John’s. 

      Then we cut straight across the
    island to the western beaches along the Strait of Belle Isle where a big surprise awaited us.
    Really big.  Terrifyingly big

    “Would your boys like to go whale watching here?”
    said the first person we met on the banks of the Strait of Belle Isle.



    We were on the long road to L’Anse aux Meadows.  Just taking our time as the road was delightfully
    wild and the Strait of Belle Isle was easy to access as we coddled along.  Two adults, two kids, two dogs,
    three bicycles, two lobster traps, one pop up camper, one well used Ford van…and all the other stuff
    needed for a cross Canada summer trip living as close to the land as possible.

    In earlier episodes I described the capelin roll and also our rescue of some lost lobster traps that we decided to
    return to the owners…see picture above.   Note Marjorie is still wearing her bikini.  The year was circa 1980 (mistake
    in episode 573 where I said 1970)




    From our campsite we could see a small Newfoundland village  of less than a dozen buildings  with open rowboats
    bobbing in a rock enclosed harbour.  An easy walk carrying a perfect hand made lobster trap.  

     “Brought back
    this trap that you must have lost.”  Expected thanks but just to an indifferent shrug.   “Government pays for the
    losses…nn need to rescue them.”  

    I know that sounded hostile but it was not.  Just a statement of the facts by a young fisherman
    who was really quite friendly.  

    “Would your boys like to go whale watching?”

    “We would love to do that, dad…Can we?”
    “Suppose so…”


    “I will get the motor gassed up…you can wade through the water
    to the boat…only waste deep.”, he said while i was trying to translate
    the message on his T shirt which seemed to say “Hard work can’t
     hurt Yah BUT I’m not taking any chances.”  This was a young man
    with a sense of humour.  Too bad I have forgotten his name…and the
    name of the village.  Maybe I could find the place from the satellite but
    no time.    






    THEN THE REAL ADVENTURE BEGAN

    We were not too far offshore when the first whale appeared…maybe two whales or more. 
    Could have been a Minki whale or perhaps a pod of dolphins.

    One thing for sure.  As we proceeded the whales ran under our boat…just barely.

    “Do the whales know we are here?”
    “Sure…they have eyes and ears…better than ours.”

    Up to this point Andrew and Kevin were leaning over the rim of
    the boat.  Once a whale slipped by about 10 feet from us…and parallel 
    to us.  Andrew hit the bottom of our boat .  Full body slam.



    Those dark blurs are part of whatever pod of whales or dolphins were playing with us.

    “This is their playground…not ours.”
    “Is there a chance they will lift our boat ?”
    “Not likely.”
    (which meant it was possible)
    “These creatures are longer than our boat.”
    “Whales.  What would you expect.”


    Then something really big surfaced.  Too close for comfort.   Looked like a Humpback whale fin splashing.
    Really big whatever it was.   We began to see whales where no whales existed.  The dark blue patches
    of the Strait of Belle Isle water looked like whales.  

    Andrew did not see them because he stayed on the boat below eye level.  Unusual for him.




    This whale … only got part of him …slipped by so close that it seemed touchable
    All of us were worried.

    “What happens if a whale lifts our boat…dumps us.  We have no life jackets.”
    “Life jackets are no use here.”
    “You must be kidding.”
    “Water is so cold we could never reach shore…Hypothermia would get us.”
    “Bloody dangerous.”
    “Not really.  The whales are just curious.   No evil intent.  Sometimes I think
    they even know who I am.”
    Blue Whales, Fin Whales, Humpbacks... All at Once! - Baleines en direct

    I did not take these last two whale  pictures.  A pair of humpback whales.  Get the size of them…more than twice the size of our boat;


    Whales underway again-but don't get too close | NSW Environment and Heritage

    Just imagine if these two humpbacks decided to show off beside our boat.
    If they did we would all join Andrew flat out on the bottom of the boat.  Or, worse,
    at the bottom of the Strait of Belle Isle.

    Why did I not take more pictures?  I needed to grip the gunwales of the boat  with both hands.
    why are the sides called gunwales anyway.  I hope the whales do not hear that word. 
    They might get angry.  Why?  The word ‘gun’ spliced onto the word ‘wales’ 
    sounds bloody unfriendly.  I read Moby Dick long ago.  Scared me back then.

    Close up whale watching in an overgrown rowboat is not advisable.

    But the young fisherman was a great example of Newfoundland friendliness.

    alan skeoch
    april 2022

    post script:   The Strait of Belle Isle is a perfect whale watching site as it forms a
    natural pathway from the mouth of the St. Lawrence to the cool Arctic waters.
    Why would whales want to use this chute?  Lots of capelin…thousands and thousands of
    those little sardine sized fish
    are needed to fill a whale’s tummy.