Australia Adventure: Phase II!

Thank you for coming back to read about the second phase of my Australia trip. I ended phase one with the idea of trying a hostel in the heart of the city. I packed a small bag and booked myself into a hostel called ‘One World Backpackers’. It was the hostel the girls I worked with were staying, and after some introductions I was meeting some great people and enjoying the company.

Friday night started out great with beers and then a thirty minute train ride to Fremantle to attend a UV party, where glow sticks, glow paint and EDM were aplenty. Saturday night took me to a ruckus electro club called ‘Ambar’ which played fantastic music and was a great place to dance with some new friends. And then Sunday was spent lounging in the front yard of the hostel, soaking in the sun and recovering from the weekend. One thing I instantly realized about life in a hostel was that you sacrificed your privacy and comfort, but you gained company and a sense of belonging. I felt that I could make the switch.


My humble hostel home.



So after a full weekend of partying and chilling with the hostel crowd, I deemed the venture a success and moved in for the long haul. For $210 a week, I took top bunk in a room with three others. Luckily, this room was one of the few that had air-conditioning (or air-con as they call it here) which was amazing at night as it got quite hot. I quickly made myself at home in my room, putting up photos and constructing a bungee-cord hanging system. There was also a common room with a large TV which was great for linking up my laptop to in order to watch a movie or two. Unfortunately, we were not allocated much fridge space in the hostel due to the large amount of guests so I had to deal with a smaller selection of food at a time. Although, this did not stop me from eating healthy. Those who know me best are aware of my abysmal dietary habits. However, I have done my best to improve them, including adding apples, grapes, carrots and oranges to my lunch, yogurt for breakfast, and stir-fry for dinner.

Now that I was living in the hostel, I was only a 20 minute bus ride from work. Rolling out of bed at 7am as opposed to 5:30am did much for my morale and my sleep. I continued working away at the office job, but also began a new wave of geo job searching. I had been in touch with a TA I had in first year who now lives in Tasmania. He emailed me in the middle of December with the news that someone may be looking for a geological field assistant. Now, it wasn’t a geologist role but at this point I just wanted to get out into the field and experience the Australian outback. I quickly organized a meeting with the head geologist at the project site and was offered the job a few days later. I was also in talks with another company about a geo role but that fell through, leaving the field assistant role as the only option left and I gladly accepted the job.

Up until this point I was unsure of how long I would be staying in Australia. If I hadn’t found a geological role by the beginning of January 2013 I would have started planning my exodus. A bit of travel and an arrival in Canada for the end of February would have occurred. This is because the Toronto PDAC conference is held in March, at which I could search for a new job. But none of that occurred as I would be starting my new job as a field assistant on January 2nd, 2013.

Surfing Dude!!

So now that I had employment for the next few months, I decided to broaden my horizons. Besides the weekly trips to the beach, I also decided to give surfing a go! I took a lesson and was deemed a natural from the first wave. It felt great riding the waves of Trigg beach, letting them bring my board and myself closer to colliding with the shore. The board I used was being offered at a steal of a price and I bought it. I look forward to using it a fair bit in the future. On top of that, I also went cliff diving! It was such a rush to dive and flip into the water a fair distance below. We even had a photographer from the paper paying attention!

Cliff Flipping!

I also took a day trip to Rottnest Island with a few friends from the hostel. We spent a whole day on the island, biking round to various coves and beaches where we snorkelled and had tons of fun. The island was also home to furry creatures called Quokkas. There are so many of them on the island that Australians refer to them as rats, however I could not see the physical resemblance at all.



Rottnest Shenannigans!



As‘Dexter’ was my November, ‘Once Upon a Time’ became my December. I was transfixed with the show. Not only was it from the producers of Lost, but it also was very similar to a graphic novel series called ‘Fables’ that I am fond of. The television show chronicles the adventures of fairy tale characters in the real world, transported from their magical world by the evil Queen and left with no magic and no memory of their past lives. Fables also has the characters travelling to the mundane (human) world but they are instead forced there by the armies of the Adversary, an unknown villain who has upset the Fable world on a horrendous scale, likened (with no exaggeration) to dictators of the past and present of our world.

It did not take long for December to pass and I found myself at the hostel for Christmas. It would have been nice to have returned home for the holiday season to be with my family and friends, but such a trip would have cost a fair amount of money and would have majorly messed with my sleep cycle. So I celebrated with my fellow backpackers in what was a very different Christmas altogether. The day started off with beers and a water fight! Someone had picked up a small inflatable pool so that had everyone’s attention. We also did a Secret Santa gift exchange which lifted the spirits of everyone at the hostel. The owner generously bought some turkey and chicken for us and the girls at the hostel whipped up a fantastic dinner. It was an appreciated gesture and tasted delicious! I also received a Christmas package from my family back home which I was pleased to receive.

Not long after Christmas, I took a drive up to Kings Park with a friend. This city park is a popular spot and offers a botanical garden and an unbelievable view of the city. It literally felt like I was staring at a different city than that of which I had been living in for the past few months. From this vantage point Perth no longer looked like the large town it is, but as an actual city. It was stunning.

New Years soon arrived and passed with the usual countdown. Although, I would consider being chased by drunk aboriginals a new chapter in my New Years shenanigans, along with dancing to electro music till 3am, the standard trip to McDonalds (affectionately known as Macca’s here), and finding $20 on the ground!

And then after a couple days of recovery, I was ready to begin my new job! The arrival of which begins the third phase of my Australia journey and the subject of my next blog entry.


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Australia Adventure: Phase I!

Damn, I haven’t touched this page in a while! It seems to be a recurring theme in my writing that I emerge from some exile/adventure and begin blogging again.

However, my present adventure has taken me a little further from my normal stomping grounds. After finishing the geological field season in the mountains of the Yukon (our camp got snowed out....in September!), I started planning my next trip, and that was Australia!



Downtown Perth!!


I have been here in Perth on the West Coast for over four months now and many interesting things have happened to me. I would like to tell you about my journey and to do that I will need your attention for three blog posts. This is because I feel that my Australian experience has taken the form of three phases thus far. Each phase is distinct from the other and has given me great perspective into who I am and in what direction I wish to position my life.

The first phase being my arrival and consequent job search. So with that in mind, I feel it is appropriate to begin with my reasons for coming to Australia. Traveling to the land down under came about during my final year of my geology undergrad, as I wanted to start my geological career off with a bang and thought that Australia might fit the bill. It is also worth noting that wages are quite higher here with minimum wage being about $16-20/hour, and a starting wage for a junior geologist of about $350/day as opposed to $275 for most places in Canada. So, my main reason for the move was to find geological work in order to further my career. However, I felt that I needed to shake things up a bit in my life. Four years of university in my hometown had left me with many great experiences, but I felt that I needed to branch out. I needed to see if I could thrive on my own; to become this person that I had a vision of but was unable to achieve in my current state.

So, I said goodbye to my family and my friends and boarded a plane out of TBay. It wasn’t easy saying farewell to the people I cared most about, knowing that I may not see them again for quite some time. Looking back now, I don’t think I had a grasp of how long I would be away. Perhaps I had it in my mind that I would be back for Christmas and celebrating with everyone. Whatever my initial thoughts, I did not make it back for Christmas holidays, but more on that later. So after some quick stops in Toronto and Los Angeles to visit some friends on their own journeys, I landed in Perth on the West coast of Australia. Perth is considered the centre of the mining industry in the country, so it seemed like a no brainer to travel there first.


Fishing with the cousin and friend!



I was fortunate to have an Irish cousin living in Perth with his girlfriend (now fiancé) who invited me to stay with them. They live in one of the Northern suburbs which is an hour bus/train commute to the city. I was glad to have a room to myself as I was terribly jetlagged, and only recovered after a full week of rest. During this time I began to explore the city and get to know its transit structure. However, my top priority was getting a geological job and I launched myself full force into achieving my goal. I quickly found the city’s public library (for the free wifi of course) and set about looking on job sites and company profiles. I had spent a considerable amount of time in the summer contacting recruiting agencies and browsing through job sites so I had a good idea of the best way to go about finding a geo job.

I made appointments with recruiters, dropped in on company offices, had coffee with industry officials, applied for countless positions online and met with connections I had made through my time at university. I decided to craft my job search as a job itself, with me working a nine-to-five day. I would spend countless hours in the library applying and sending emails. I would travel to areas in the city with dense populations of geology offices and go to each one, receiving welcoming smiles but no job offers. It almost made no sense, as the city of Perth is on a mad expansion streak and the mining industry here is booming. However, due to the slowdown in the global economy and the low price of iron ore, geologists across Australia have been laid off as exploration programs were shut down and investors began sitting on their money. My search went on for almost four weeks before I began to feel discouraged. I had exhausted myself in job seeking and was disparaged at my lack of success. There were times that I felt coming to Australia had been a mistake, and that a flight back home would soon be in order.

But my lack of a job was not the only reason for my sorry state. I was spending my week frantically searching for work and neglecting my social and entertainment life. I would travel back to my cousin’s house every day for dinner, which ensured that I would not be doing much in the night as it was a good hour transit back into the city. Sure, I would go out on Friday and Saturday night with people I had met during the week but for the most part I was feeling unfulfilled. It doesn’t help that I then turned to the comfort of TV to kill time at night. I have many shows and movies on my computer and I began watching them...a lot. During the month of November, I made it through all the seasons of Dexter. It was enjoyable and comforting for me to come home and indulge in watching a serial killer kill other serial killers (hooked straight from season one). It was almost like an escape from my lacklustre job search and I fully embraced it. Looking back, I can clearly see that I withdrew from the world for a time. I’m not happy with myself for letting it happen but I eventually emerged again, and decided to go to the beach!

It saddens me to admit that it took me three weeks before I made it to a beach. However, once I walked onto the white sand and stared into the welcoming blue ocean I felt a sense of relief. It was as if a wave of happiness surged through my body at the sight of such wonders. Needless to say, I would make many more trips to the beach in the near future.



The beach!!  And a special stone from a good friend :)

My previous paragraphs may paint a bleak picture of my beginning in Perth, however there were many great times. I had met a girl from France on my connecting flight from Hong Kong and we ended up living close to each other so we explored the city together. My cousin introduced me to his friends and took me fishing with him. I visited many clubs on the weekends and thoroughly enjoyed my introduction to the Perth dance scene. I hit up a gay pride parade where Wynter Gordon performed. It was a lot of fun, but it got real tiring being hit on by other men.

Quite interestingly, I had kept in touch with a friend from my elementary school in Abu Dhabi who had moved to Perth and arranged to meet up with him. He ended up inviting me out on a boat with his girlfriend and their families to cruise along the Swan River and do some wakeboarding. It was great catching up and awesome to try wakeboarding. Got up on my first try!

I also attended thesis presentations by geology students at the University of Western Australia. It was neat to sit in on another university’s lectures and see how things were taught and delivered. I made some connections with the students and was invited to a cocktail party at the Fire and Ice Bar in Subiaco. It was a great night of socializing and boozing!

And then there was Stereosonic. A full day concert packed full with DJ sets by the biggest names in the business including Avicii, Porter Robinson, Zedd, Calvin Harris and Tiesto. I enjoyed travelling from stage to stage to take part in the sights and sounds each DJ offered up to the throngs of crowds before them. I found my place in the middle of the sea of people, loving the enthusiasm and inclusivity of the crowd.  



So many DJ's!!

So, all in all the beginning of my journey wasn’t that bad. But I couldn’t help feeling unfulfilled and I figured that my job search had reached a tipping point. I then decided to look for other work unrelated to geology. This would allow me to stretch out my time in Perth and get through to the New Year when the market might be in better shape. More importantly, it would give me a purpose and hopefully drag me out of my sorry disposition. Passing a downtown hostel, I saw a posting for a data entry role at an office firm. They offered good money and hours so I contacted them and was offered the job.

Searching for a geology role took a backseat to my new job as I worked Monday to Friday, 8:30am to 4:30pm at the office. I was working with a team of women that was quite international, consisting of the countries England, Ireland, Denmark and of course Australia. We would spend the day combing through letters and correspondence from the 1950’s and 1960’s between aboriginals and government representatives in South Australia. This allowed me to familiarize myself quite well with the state of native affairs in Australia. It surprised me to find out how similar Australia’s history with aboriginals was to Canada’s. Residential-type schools, reserves (stations they call them here), and the crazy shenanigans we all hear about. Within those documents were stories of horror and pain, and of hope and redemption. It troubles me that things were (and in some cases are still) that awful.

Getting to and from work every day from my cousins’ house took a great deal of time. I was spending a combined two and a half hours a day on the bus and train. It was running me ragged as I consider sleep to be one of the most valuable of commodities and I wasn’t getting enough.

Three of the girls I worked with were staying at a hostel downtown and were always talking about the drama and shenanigans involved. It sounded like a lot of fun and I began considering whether I should try the hostel life. They invited me to try it for a weekend, thus beginning the second phase of my Australia journey. A phase I will share with you in my next entry.

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Get to Know a Mineral: Realgar!

And now for another installment of "Get to know a Mineral!"  It's been a while, but I thought I'd write about a mineral I found not too long ago on my job site: Realgar!

Realgar, or "ruby sulphur" as it is sometimes called, is an arsenic sulfide mineral (As₄S₄).  As its moniker suggests, it is red in colour but is also known to be orange.   It is a soft mineral (1.5 to 2 on the Mohs Scale of Hardness) that occurs in monoclinic crystals or as powder.  It is often associated with orpiment (As₂S₃), as well as calcite and barite.

Its etymological beginnings originate from Arabic: رهج الغار, meaning 'powder of the mine'.  Realgar was called "sandaracha" by the ancient Greeks who knew of its poisonous nature.  This nature was exemplified when realgar was used to poison rats in medieval Spain and in sixteenth-century England.  It was a prominent item of trade in the ancient Roman Empire, where it was used for red paint and as a medicine.  China also utilized it as a medicine, incorporating it into household items such as wine cups, images and charms in the hope that it would ward off disease.

Commonly occurring as a low-temperature hydrothermal vein mineral associated with other arsenic and antimony minerals, realgar also comes about from volcanic sublimations and in hot spring deposits.  Well known localities include China, Switzerland, Turkey and Peru.  Realgar occurs with lead, silver and gold ores in Hungary, Bohemia and Saxony.  The United States also boasts mines with realgar occurences, as well as in the geyser deposits of Yellowstone National Park.

In years past, realgar was used to perform corrosive work in industries such as leather manufacturing, where it would be used to remove the hair from animal pelts. The use of its corrosive nature has been abandoned in modern times due to its listing as a known carcinogen, and because cheaper competing products exist.  It is however, still sometimes used in the killing of weeds, insects, and rodents.

For a geologist, realgar is an exciting indicator mineral and a favorite of mineral collectors.  It has been known to change to a yellow powdery form after being subjected to long periods of light.  This yellow powder was once thought to be orpiment, however it has recently been shown to possess a distinct chemical compound and is known as pararealgar.

Also Get to Know:

Molybdenite
Garnet
Cummingtonite

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The Middle Man

"But how did it all begin?"  This is the question that seems to dominate a great many conversations about the cosmos, religion, and mankind's role in it all.  The religious will insist that a creator had a [his] hand in setting the universe in motion.  They point to the body of evidence that scientists have compiled over generations and unwaveringly claim that this validates their reasoning.

However, this is just not true at all.  Using observations about our material world to draw up conclusions of a non-material world and a non-material creator makes absolutely no sense.  When pieced together, these facts and observations about our world imply a material origin, of which we have dubbed the Big Bang.  What these [mostly] moderate religious followers are implying in their "theory" is a middle man.

A middle man is a concept most often utilized in business, where there are several individuals who all want a cut of the action/payload.  For example, there is the car salesman who after selling a car, will receive a portion (commission) of the proceeds.  Retail stores also act as middle-men as they are an extra step between those producing the goods and those purchasing the goods.  In the age of the internet, concert-ticket sites act as middle men by providing a medium through which participants can buy/sell tickets, and by taking a small cut of the transaction. 

So, in the context of the universe, God (or god) is the middle man.  According to the religious, God is the necessary condition that must exist in order for our universe to exist.  With regards to the Christian God, He has existed since the very beginning (whatever and whenever that was) and it is by his benevolence that life on Earth has flourished.

The middle man in action.

But this middle man is just not necessary.  He, or rather we, inserted him into the grand scheme of things at a time in our history when we had no clue about the physical nature of our world.  We moulded him into a form that resembles our human state both emotionally (Old Testament) and physically (New Testament).  This is not hard to see.  Anyone who reads the jealous and despicable acts of God in the Old Testament will attest to the fact that He seems more human than divine.

It then follows that the scientific (and atheistic) world view incorporates no middle man.  No space-man to roll the planets in their celestial orbits.  No God-man to offer forgiveness for illogical sins.  And no blatant fable for the beginning of the world.  The same facts and observations mentioned at the beginning are used to build a physical view of the world, one that makes sense as we reside in a physical plane and not an imaginary, non-nonsensical one.

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The Inflection Point

This next entry touches upon a phenomenon I began to notice a few years back: the Inflection Point.  Also known as the Point of Inflection, this event is a common occurrence in our everyday lives and has significant consequences for our social and business endeavors.  Simply put, the Point of Inflection encompasses the moment when contact between two or more people occurs, and the emotions felt in the immediate aftermath. A pretty general definition, but let us explore the concept further.

First, an understanding of the etymology of the Inflection Point.  The inspiration for this concept of mine came from high school calculus.  In the mathematical sense of the word, the inflection point is a point on a curve at which the curvature changes from being concave upwards to concave downwards, or vice versa.  It is this change in concavity that strikes me as an excellent analogy for what happens when contact is initiated.  It should be noted that I do not necessarily mean physical contact.  In fact, it is the simple occurrence of eye contact that is best suited for the context of the Point of Inflection.

Let us explore the concept of the Inflection Point in this context.  To redefine this phenomenon, the Point of Inflection includes the moment after you exchange eye contact with someone or realize that you are being watched, and the reaction of both parties immediately after.  In this moment, your actions/attitude/demeanor changes rapidly in what can be described as an awkward shift in momentum.  I first began to observe and experience this effect in the halls of my university, the exercise rooms of the gym, and then finally (and most dramatically) on the dance floor.  Let me explain this through an example.

Good sir and madam.

Example: A young man is walking down a hallway, when a woman enters the hallway from the other end and begins to travel in his direction.  Their paths are sure to cross, and when they do the young man glances at the woman.  Their eyes meet quickly before returning to their desired paths (or the floor), but not without leaving an impression on both of them.  Most noticeably is the pace of the young man.  It has changed from a stride of sure determination to a shuffle.  The woman, quite unnoticeably, experiences a shiver before returning to her regular stride. 

In this example, we have eye contact between two people (more specifically a male and a female) passing each other in a hallway.  However, the example also works if they are both male or both female.  The Point of Inflection begins when each person notices the other, eye contact triggering the change in behavior which is then followed by two different reactions from each party involved.  The most noticeable reactions such as the change in walking pace comes from a loss of concentration or increased uncertainty from the presence of the other person.  Other noticeable reactions include a rapid aversion of the eyes, a slight slurring of words or stopping of conversation altogether (if talking to an accompanying person), a touch of your hair (mostly done by women), and the finding of something to occupy oneself (such as a cell phone).  The slight shudder is a reaction that would normally be unnoticeable, and it should be noted that is does not necessarily mean disgust or fear.  Sometimes the human body will just react.  Other examples of unnoticeable reactions include an increase in sweat/prickles, feelings of pride or embarrassment and an inability to concentrate.  The Point of Inflection can be associated with nervousness, however, it is not an experience restricted specifically to this feeling. 

The Inflection Point is mostly felt when encountering others while alone.  It is not as prevalent when part of a group.  One reason for this is the confidence of being in a group (safety in numbers).  Another reason is that a lone encounter with another person allows for a personal experience where the parties involved are "forced" to come to terms with the interaction and the following reaction. 

Dudes got swagger!

As I mentioned earlier, the Point of Inflection can be most dramatically observed on the dance floor. For my purposes, I will write about this example in the context of a club's dance floor, where the lights and sounds are cause for intoxication in the dimly-lit confines of the bar.  This social setting is often used as a sort of sexual foreplay, where ones movements on the floor can send a message of how one may perform in the bedroom.  Besides the sexual connotations, it is also an arena where confidence, creativity and charisma will win you a crown (and perhaps a companion).  The Point of Inflection is quite intimately linked with actions on the dance floor, as searching for and acquiring a partner includes an incredible amount of body language and eye contact.  A night out can be considered successful through the proper usage and maintenance of the Inflection Point.  A simple gaze can convey volumes, and a brave foot forward can cement your dominance. 

The POI is not alone in its existence as it can be broken down into various parts/reactions that may follow.  Below are a few other sub-POI's that I have come up with. 

Point of Reflection - You catch another's gaze and immediately ponder what their glance could mean.

Point of Intention - Eye contact that conveys a sense of intention.

Point of Retention -  An awkward/negative reaction to the above points, or to avoid follow up to them.

Point of Defection - To defect from a plan (ie: Begin a reaction to POI but abandon intentions halfway through). 

Point of Infection - Negative thoughts consume you.  In the context of the dance floor, this translates into "you're fucked for the night!".

Point of Convention - You start reasoning with yourself about your actions (ie: conventional logic).

These sub-POI's all come with their own consequences and possibilities, and I'm sure there are countless others to experience.  It would be beneficial to embrace and master these.  This can be accomplished by understanding your Point of Inflection.  Keep track of how you react to these situations and brace for future ones.  This is the first step to mastering one's Point of Inflection and those of others.

Don't do it!

In order to do this, you must know that POI is inevitable, and that the secret to mastering it is to exude confidence.  I find that when passing others, the Inflection Point is diminished if I return their gaze, smile, or nod/acknowledge them.  I have experienced the Point of Inflection several times when passing another person while talking to an accompanying friend.  To alleviate the Point of Inflection, I simply asked my friend a question which would pivot the momentum of the conversation to them.  Therefore, I was in a position to take a break from speaking and avert the Inflection Point.  There is one maxim when avoiding an Inflection Point, and that is to never reach for something to occupy yourself.  This screams avoidance, especially if the object you grab is your cell phone.  

There you have it!  The Point of Inflection laid out bare for you all to see and to experience (and experience it you will).  If you haven't already observed this phenomenon, you will now see it everywhere.  It will become so apparent and obvious that you will wonder how you never noticed it before.  And now it is up to you to master the Inflection Point.  Whether it be in the hallway, at the drinking fountain, or on the dance floor.  Have fun, and good luck!


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Geologizing in the Yukon!

I'm back (again)! It seems that my last semester of geology left me pressed for time, which took away from leisurely activities I enjoy such as updating my blog.  But no more!  I graduated recently and I am currently working in the Yukon for the summer.  So, what better to share with you than my experiences thus far up in Canada's far North.

I must first begin by thanking a friend and classmate through whose recomendation I got the job here in the Yukon.  That would be you, Ben.  My greatest thanks goes out to you good sir for your help in securing this job.  I hope your time up by Dawson City is going great!

I left on my travel to the Yukon on June 4th, a few days after my graduation convocation.  The convocation itself was a long three hours, but the diploma and the smiles of my fellow classmates, friends and family were worth it.  Congrats Lakehead U Class of 2012!  Good luck in all your future endeavors.

View from the flight to Whitehorse

So, flying from the Tbay airport, I connected through the airports of Toronto, Calgary and finally Whitehorse (a total of almost 12 hours traveling).  Immediately exiting the airport, it became evident that I was in a mountainous area, with small peaks decorating the background.  For a city of 24,000 people, its streets were surprisingly busy with the bustling of pedestrians.  The next morning, a park on the main street was full of activity as musicians entertained the crowd.
 
After a bit of training at the Yukon Chamber of Mines (where I met up with my boss and a few fellow employees), we were off to the town of Mayo - a 5 hour drive away.  Upon arriving there, we quickly made our way to the Chinese restaurant (coincidentally the only restaurant in town).  I spent two nights in Mayo as we prepared supplies to send to the camp.  The camp itself is located about an hour helicopter ride from Mayo and was built just two weeks before I arrived.  Those who built the camp arrived on site in two feet of snow!

Before making my way to camp, I was fortunate enough to take a ride in a Cessna 208 Caravan to deliver fuel to an airstrip.  This experience differed from being in a commercial plane as 1) I sat in the front seat beside the pilot, and 2) my view of the clouds were phenomenal.  Having a front row view of the plane soaring through and above the sea of clouds was breathtaking.

So, after all that I finally embarked upon the hour-long helicopter ride to the camp.  It was during this flight (on an AStar 350) that I got my first view of the terrain that I would be traversing.  Mountains ranging up to 6000 ft above sea level passed us by.  Snow capped and craggy, they stood out as dangerous wonders.  The valleys that flowed out of them were vast, spanning in all directions until another mountain materialized out of them.  Looking around in all directions, all I could see were mountain chains;  all snow capped and all menacing.  I would go as far as to say that I felt a feeling of entrapment by these mountains.  They appeared as insurmountable barriers between me and the modern world that I had just left behind.

The Camp!

Arriving in camp, I met the crew that I would be spending my summer with.  Fourteen people in all.  Luckily for me they have all turned out to be great and I have enjoyed getting to know them thus far.  My home for the summer would be a prospector tent to be shared with two of my camp mates.

Not the first-day mountain, but still covered in snow!

Then came my first day in the field.  It was raining when the chopper landed us on a mountain ridge way up high above the valley.  Mist hung in the air and our breath was easily visible as puffs of smoke.  Snow covered a great deal of the mountain side, however it had been exposed to some sun so there were several safe paths.  Almost all of you reading this will have slid down a hill side in the winter, letting the snow take you.  Traversing through snow fields on the mountain is somewhat similar, except that it's a much longer way down to the bottom than a hill, and gravity tends to do its job quite well.  We tended to avoid snow fields if we could, but there would be times when we would have to cross them and we were sure to ready ourselves for a slip.  We first traveled up the mountain side for a time.  I quickly came to terms with ascending up a mountain.  My calves swelled and pained as I fought my way up, my boots of choice being steel-towed and heavy (though necessary for rock-related dangers).  I sometimes bounded up an incline, just to get to the top quicker to rest.  It was by doing so that I realized how, that even on a mountain, the ground can disappear beneath you.  As I said, I bounded up at times only to face the view of the other side of the mountain, and the cliff that preceded it.  It only took one quick look down to decide that this was a place that needed to be approached with caution and with second glances.  The walk up was tiring and I quickly assumed that the descent would be much easier.  

Traversing down the mountain was alright for the most part as there were patches of moss or talus that we could descend on.  But there were some tricky patches.  I slipped while on a side covered by rubble-crop (gravel/sand-like material) and slid a good five meters down, cutting my fingers slightly and becoming quite muddy.  Good lessons for the first day.  The rest of the travel down was arduous and long but we finally reached the bottom of the mountain where the chopper came to pick us up.  I should mention here that my job as a Field Geologist includes duties such as mapping and sampling.  So, the entire traverse we were acquainting ourselves with the rock units and mineralization, mapping structures and lithologies, and collecting samples which we carried in our backpacks.  The model for the area we are exploring is a Carlin gold deposit, where arsenic-minerals are important, such as arsenious pyrite, realgar, scoridite and orpiment.

One of the many beauties of the Yukon!

That first day was challenging.  I had been proven to be out of shape and unprepared mentally for the job at hand.  I was nervous and unsure.  However, I had been in this place many times before.  Each of my previous summer jobs had me recalibrating myself for my environment, so I pressed on.  Four weeks in and I am loving it here!  I have gotten used to traversing down the sides of mountains and have seen some amazing places here in the Yukon.  This territory has a very specific kind of beauty.  While the lakes and hills of Ontario convey a peaceful beauty, I'd like to say that the mountains of the Yukon convey a dangerous beauty.  A beauty that can turn on you if you are not careful where you tread and what you kick up.

Like many places in Canada, there is a danger of bears.  Here, we have both grizzly and black bears to contend with.  There have been several sightings by my camp mates, however there have not been any altercations.  We are all equipped with bear bangers, and bear spray.  I also carry my Gerber knife on my belt whenever I'm in the field.  It is a valued birthday gift from my friend, Jordan.  Though, I quickly came to acknowledge that the most immediate danger wasn't a bear attack, but the mountains themselves.  Rock falls and slides are quite common and can cause a whole range of injuries to look out for.

I should also mention that so far, I have not experienced the darkness of night in the Yukon.  I am here at a time of the year where there is 20-22 hours of daylight a day.  I have often woken up at 2am to see a brightly-lit sky above me.  I am thankful for the purchase of a sleeping eye mask, a must have if you are to retain any normalcy for sleep.  The weather here varies quite a bit, with a week of warm weather leading to a week of cold, rainy weather.  We even had snow one morning!  We entertain ourselves at night by watching shows together on a computer in the kitchen.  We just finished up the Sherlock Holmes mini series made by the BBC, which was fantastic!  If you want to watch a witty show with a captivating plot and cliffhangers, I would definitely recommend Sherlock.

I have another two weeks here until I return to Thunder Bay for a break.  The snow has mostly melted, however there are patches that still remain, and may remain till winter descends upon the mountains in September.  So, that's all for now.  A quick update on my life in the Yukon.  I hope to continue posting articles now that I have time.  However, it's surprising how fast the day goes by here.  Especially when returning from the field to the camp.  The night just disappears! 

Ciao!

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