<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:50:21.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl Does Fulbright</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-3425031131760897299</id><published>2007-11-15T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:32:49.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day in Vladivostok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzuuSG76gLI/AAAAAAAABaY/90HrbMER6rs/s1600-h/100_1177a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzuuSG76gLI/AAAAAAAABaY/90HrbMER6rs/s400/100_1177a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132887826441601202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today (November 15) is my last day in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; on the Fulbright. It is hard to believe I have been in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for almost 10 months now! Today is a beautiful, crystal clear and cold Thursday, not a cloud in sight, and with the thermometers showing a brisk minus 4 degrees C at noon, Vladivostokians have donned their hats in acquiescence to the undeniable fact that for today, at least, winter is upon us. The wind that is so characteristic of this city is whipping with an icy fierceness through the streets, up and down the hills, making whitecaps on the royal blue waters of Amur bay. But the air is fresh and clean, and the brilliant sunshine makes everything here look bright, from the new condos downtown to billboards and fresh campaign posters. (&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; has elections for the national legislature on December 2.) Despite the cold -- and cold, after all, cold is Russia, the state that seems most natural to this country, perhaps, the state in which Russia is at her best...It is lovely here today.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I can’t believe I am leaving already! But I hope that soon I will be back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-3425031131760897299?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/3425031131760897299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=3425031131760897299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3425031131760897299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3425031131760897299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-day-in-vladivostok.html' title='Last Day in Vladivostok'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzuuSG76gLI/AAAAAAAABaY/90HrbMER6rs/s72-c/100_1177a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-6851472104805952743</id><published>2007-11-07T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:48:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Kedrovaya Pad (Oct 22 - 28, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJT5G-zIbI/AAAAAAAABWM/6ub7sPCiwuU/s1600-h/kedrovaya+river+011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJT5G-zIbI/AAAAAAAABWM/6ub7sPCiwuU/s400/kedrovaya+river+011a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130255166120075698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of October I went to visit Kedrovaya Pad Zapovednik (nature reserve), which is located across the bay from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Founded way back in 1916 (!), Kedrovaya Pad is a very small, nearly circular-shaped reserve on just 18,000 hectares, about 15 km across. Although Kedrovaya Pad was initially envisioned as (and historically has been) a "floral" zapovednik (the plants and trees here are very well studied!), it is most famous today as one of the very few places on Earth inhabited by the Far Eastern leopard, the world's most endangered cat. While most leopards live further south, in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Africa, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;, there is one sub-population in the Russian Far East. Unfortunately, the latest statistics indicate there are only about 30 of them left in the wild. They inhabit a small zone between &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and the Chinese border. Although the leopard has been severely endangered (30-40 individuals) since the 1970s, only recently has this animal become a major subject of Russian and international attention. This means Kedrovaya Pad, too, has been in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUAW-zIcI/AAAAAAAABWU/vFO5oji21_A/s1600-h/kedrovaya+river+016a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUAW-zIcI/AAAAAAAABWU/vFO5oji21_A/s400/kedrovaya+river+016a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130255290674127298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These first two pictures are the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kedrovaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The zapovednik is in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kedrovaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The reserve includes the river's headwaters, but not the mouth -- the zapovednik boundary is 3-4 km from where the river flows into the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Amur&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The river is home to only one salmon species -- cherry salmon, found only in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and Asia (not &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North  America&lt;/st1:place&gt;). Poaching is a big problem every August, when salmon enter the river to spawn. Reserve rangers estimate they removed 70 nets from the mouth of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kedrovaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; this year! (And this river is only about 20-25 km long.) Imagine that that is the case for every river in the Russian Far East. Except usually no one is removing the nets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUMG-zIdI/AAAAAAAABWc/fbykg6Rg11E/s1600-h/house+i+lived+in+005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUMG-zIdI/AAAAAAAABWc/fbykg6Rg11E/s400/house+i+lived+in+005a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130255492537590226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was the house I stayed in at the reserve. There are a 10-15 little houses like this just inside the reserve, and many reserve staff live here (about 15 staff of 30ish total). It's almost like a big family. Of course, they must go in to town for groceries, supplies, anything -- here there is nothing but their houses, firewood, and some chickens they keep -- with hills and the zapovednik on all sides. It is literally a little village in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps a quaint idea, but also hard. And there's also a banya here, of course. Baths on Saturdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUW2-zIeI/AAAAAAAABWk/iw90ovVZFJY/s1600-h/my+room+Kedr+pad+001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUW2-zIeI/AAAAAAAABWk/iw90ovVZFJY/s400/my+room+Kedr+pad+001a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130255677221183970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is my room in the house. I stayed in the so-called "Aquatic Ecologists' House," because aquatic ecologists from the Institute of Biology and Soil Sciences of the Russian Academy of Sciences stay here when they conduct research in the reserve. Until fall of 2006 Kedrovaya Pad was part of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Institute&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Biology&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Soil Sciences. (Now it is independent.) Kedrovaya Pad is one of only 5 zapovedniks in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that is not under the Ministry of Natural Resources. Instead it is part of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Russian&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; of Sciences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUhW-zIfI/AAAAAAAABWs/ySOHHOTm4bk/s1600-h/kontora+zapovednika+031a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUhW-zIfI/AAAAAAAABWs/ySOHHOTm4bk/s400/kontora+zapovednika+031a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130255857609810418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reserve office and library.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUtm-zIgI/AAAAAAAABW0/BDUDSXZH4O0/s1600-h/house+and+shed++051a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJUtm-zIgI/AAAAAAAABW0/BDUDSXZH4O0/s400/house+and+shed++051a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130256068063207938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another house and firewood shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJU9W-zIhI/AAAAAAAABW8/j188HImqdhA/s1600-h/ladybugs+034a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJU9W-zIhI/AAAAAAAABW8/j188HImqdhA/s400/ladybugs+034a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130256338646147602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The little dots on this blue wall are ladybugs. Like my visit to Khingansky Zapovednik will probably always be associated with the caterpillars that crawled all over me and Slava during our first hike, my visit to Kedrovaya Pad will always be associated with ladybugs. They were everywhere! Actually in the days after I took this picture even more appeared. I found it very amusing when one day, sitting in the reserve office reading some scientific literature, I came across a paragraph that began, "Visitors to the reserve in the late fall will be amazed at the number of ladybugs."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJVyG-zIiI/AAAAAAAABXE/XrbUzPPyuvU/s1600-h/morning+frost+002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJVyG-zIiI/AAAAAAAABXE/XrbUzPPyuvU/s400/morning+frost+002a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130257244884247074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Frost on the leaves in the morning. We could feel that fall is almost over here. Although it would warm up by around 11 or noon in the daytime, at night and in the morning it was usually pretty chilly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJWQG-zIkI/AAAAAAAABXQ/reF5Vjx78SU/s1600-h/maple+021a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJWQG-zIkI/AAAAAAAABXQ/reF5Vjx78SU/s400/maple+021a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130257760280322626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although most trees in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; still had their leaves in late October, at Kedrovaya Pad they were mostly gone already. Only the brilliant red maples were still in full fall colors. They really stood out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJWZm-zIlI/AAAAAAAABXY/rNmj7t7O8VM/s1600-h/maple+022a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJWZm-zIlI/AAAAAAAABXY/rNmj7t7O8VM/s400/maple+022a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130257923489079890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The staff at the reserve were really wonderful, which seems to be a trend in the zapovednik system. Recently  in my research on the Russian nature reserve system I came across a quote that I really liked. Since Kedrovaya Pad was the last reserve I will visit while on the Fulbright, I'll give that quote here, as a summary of sorts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In view of the recent past it would not be appropriate to propose an extravagant toast to our present 'great and mighty' zapovednik system; yet in it labours a multitude of remarkable people who are enthusiastic about nature protection -- and that is the main thing. (Feliks Shtilmark, A History of Russian Zapovedniks, 1895-1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;In my experience this could not be more true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJXpG-zImI/AAAAAAAABXg/FlC4k4EIluA/s1600-h/sea+of+okhotsk+0+019a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJXpG-zImI/AAAAAAAABXg/FlC4k4EIluA/s400/sea+of+okhotsk+0+019a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130259289288680034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the reserve's scientists, Vadim, took me on my first hike in Kedrovaya Pad. We climbed up one hill for a view of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sea of Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJX1G-zInI/AAAAAAAABXo/kyajhCtIops/s1600-h/zheleznaya+beryoza+Schmidt+birch+015a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJX1G-zInI/AAAAAAAABXo/kyajhCtIops/s400/zheleznaya+beryoza+Schmidt+birch+015a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130259495447110258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the hike with Vadim we also saw a great stone birch. Its wood is so heavy it sinks in water; it does not float like almost all (or perhaps all) other trees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJX7G-zIoI/AAAAAAAABXw/_RKjGdT-JpE/s1600-h/bat+again+024a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJX7G-zIoI/AAAAAAAABXw/_RKjGdT-JpE/s400/bat+again+024a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130259598526325378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The science director at Kedrovaya Pad, Yuliya, studies bats (among other things that she is even more specialized in). Here I am holding one of her subjects, who is a little lethargic after a very chilly night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJYFG-zIpI/AAAAAAAABX4/yk4X2RkHHdA/s1600-h/%D0%92%D0%BE%D1%81%D1%82%D0%BE%D1%87%D0%BD%D1%8B%D0%B9+%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%B6%D0%B0%D0%BD_bat_Denis+photoa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJYFG-zIpI/AAAAAAAABX4/yk4X2RkHHdA/s400/%D0%92%D0%BE%D1%81%D1%82%D0%BE%D1%87%D0%BD%D1%8B%D0%B9+%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%B6%D0%B0%D0%BD_bat_Denis+photoa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130259770325017234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's hard to photograph bats. Yuliya's husband Denis is quite the photographer, and here is one of his pictures of a bat, for a better view. Kedrovaya Pad is home to 9 species of bats, which is considered not very many. Maybe Yuliya will discover some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJYRm-zIqI/AAAAAAAABYA/AIEv3OS8lvM/s1600-h/yuliya+and+seva+%28siviryan%29+085a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJYRm-zIqI/AAAAAAAABYA/AIEv3OS8lvM/s400/yuliya+and+seva+%28siviryan%29+085a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130259985073382050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yuliya and Denis took me on a good hike to a cabin in the middle of the zapovedik. (It's 7 km away from the little village where the staff all live.) Reserve scientists and rangers sometimes take a break here for tea or even spend the night if on long hikes through the reserve. Here are Yuliya and her and Denis's 8-month-old son, Seva, at the beginning of the hike. Seva is a very cute and happy baby. When he wasn't sleeping on the hike, he talked to us almost nonstop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJYfW-zIrI/AAAAAAAABYI/ioJ-a2ZtTzk/s1600-h/yuliya+and+seva+gathering+barbaris+097a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJYfW-zIrI/AAAAAAAABYI/ioJ-a2ZtTzk/s400/yuliya+and+seva+gathering+barbaris+097a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130260221296583346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seva and Yuliya are picking barberries (барбарис) to make tea with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJYsm-zIsI/AAAAAAAABYQ/LotvLDqvclc/s1600-h/ice+on+plants+095a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJYsm-zIsI/AAAAAAAABYQ/LotvLDqvclc/s400/ice+on+plants+095a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130260448929850050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The white on the bottom of this stem is ice! I have no idea how it forms this way. These fragile wisps of ice were on lots of plant stems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJY8W-zItI/AAAAAAAABYY/npgEv0qWOfI/s1600-h/denis+photographing+ice+096a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJY8W-zItI/AAAAAAAABYY/npgEv0qWOfI/s400/denis+photographing+ice+096a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130260719512789714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Denis is trying to get a better shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJZSG-zIuI/AAAAAAAABYg/0UPdH4bUovo/s1600-h/bear+destroyed+bee+hive+067a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJZSG-zIuI/AAAAAAAABYg/0UPdH4bUovo/s400/bear+destroyed+bee+hive+067a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130261093174944482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although I didn't see any leopard tracks in the reserve, we saw plenty of signs of bears and tigers. There used to be a beehive in the trunk of this tree, until an Asiatic black bear (гималайский медведь) got hungry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJaB2-zIvI/AAAAAAAABYo/tugkgXOOmRY/s1600-h/poskryob+tigra+107a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJaB2-zIvI/AAAAAAAABYo/tugkgXOOmRY/s400/poskryob+tigra+107a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130261913513698034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A tiger made this hole in the leaves -- he pawed the ground here after taking care of some business. We saw a lot of these marks, called poskryoby in Russian. The were at least a foot and a half long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJaRW-zIwI/AAAAAAAABYw/7raqE4Bplsc/s1600-h/zadyry+tigra+fresh_3+wks+old+090a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJaRW-zIwI/AAAAAAAABYw/7raqE4Bplsc/s400/zadyry+tigra+fresh_3+wks+old+090a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130262179801670402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The scratches (задыры) on this tree trunk were made by an Amur tiger about 3 weeks before I took this picture.  I'd estimate they were a little over 2 meters up. Either the tiger was marking his territory, or just expressing his emotions (for real).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJafm-zIxI/AAAAAAAABY4/ci6duYMEhYk/s1600-h/more+tiger+scratches+098a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJafm-zIxI/AAAAAAAABY4/ci6duYMEhYk/s400/more+tiger+scratches+098a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130262424614806290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;More tiger scratches, but these are older. This tree really got laid into. There are no tigers living permanently on the territory of Kedrovaya Pad Zapovednik (it's too small for them -- tigers have big territories), but they do pass through. They compete with leopards for food. If prey is abundant and there are enough deer and wild boar for both cats, they can live together in the same area. If not, the larger tiger will push out the leopard. (Leopards weigh only 30-50 kg, while tigers weigh 100 (females) - 200 (males).) Leopards are also territorial, but the territories they occupy are smaller. Kedrovaya Pad is big enough for one adult male leopard and two adult females, plus cubs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJbvG-zIzI/AAAAAAAABZI/Hg4-PW05UgI/s1600-h/tigress+and+tigryonki+scratches+with+resin+100a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJbvG-zIzI/AAAAAAAABZI/Hg4-PW05UgI/s400/tigress+and+tigryonki+scratches+with+resin+100a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130263790414406450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A tigress and her cubs scratched up this tree at all levels. The white stuff is sap or resin (I forget which).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJbYm-zIyI/AAAAAAAABZA/e2X9fvsCN8c/s1600-h/being+a+tiger+099a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJbYm-zIyI/AAAAAAAABZA/e2X9fvsCN8c/s400/being+a+tiger+099a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130263403867349794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Very funny. I'm being a tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJck2-zI1I/AAAAAAAABZY/0MjzrwSwies/s1600-h/tiger+or+bear+scratches+108a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJck2-zI1I/AAAAAAAABZY/0MjzrwSwies/s400/tiger+or+bear+scratches+108a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130264713832375122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These scratches are already really old, made by a bear or tiger. Ok, yes, obviously I thought all these scratches were really cool, as you've guessed by the number of pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJcum-zI2I/AAAAAAAABZg/Vhogc_2g7EA/s1600-h/me_+600+yr+old+pikhta+fir+102a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJcum-zI2I/AAAAAAAABZg/Vhogc_2g7EA/s400/me_+600+yr+old+pikhta+fir+102a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130264881336099682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Denis estimated that this fir tree (пихта) is 600 years old. About 13% of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;territory&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kedrovaya Pad&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is primary forest (mostly spruce and fir forest -- елово-пихтовые леса -- but with Korean pipe and other slow-growing giants too) that has never been logged or destroyed by fire. Even in the very sparsely populated Russian Far East, such areas are very rare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJcVG-zI0I/AAAAAAAABZQ/QppqZXAbyk0/s1600-h/kedrovaya+river+088a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJcVG-zI0I/AAAAAAAABZQ/QppqZXAbyk0/s400/kedrovaya+river+088a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130264443249435458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pretty view of the Kedrovaya River.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJdPG-zI3I/AAAAAAAABZo/a8-sLW_l6P8/s1600-h/izbushka+114a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJdPG-zI3I/AAAAAAAABZo/a8-sLW_l6P8/s400/izbushka+114a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130265439681848178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here's the hut where we took a break for a snack and tea. In the 1970s a local journalist came here with a reserve inspector. She really wanted to see a leopard, so the reserve joked that sure, of course she would see one -- never believing it themselves. After all, there were only about 30-40 leopards in the wild at this time, and leopards are not animals that like to show themselves. But at the hut they in fact did see a leopard! Except that the journalist got so scared she locked herself in the hut and did not come out for hours, even after the leopard was long gone. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJde2-zI4I/AAAAAAAABZw/OuLXFogYh3w/s1600-h/mouth+of+klyuch+073a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJde2-zI4I/AAAAAAAABZw/OuLXFogYh3w/s400/mouth+of+klyuch+073a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130265710264787842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also made an interesting trip to a nearby stream, about 1 km long, that flows into the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Amur&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Chum salmon spawn here in the hundreds in the fall. The stream is protected by a local citizen, Nikolai, who does it just because he thinks it is important. It's all on his own initiative, and he doesn't get paid, of course for being this kind of "public inspector."(And he himself is very poor.) This kind of thing is very rare! Nikolai himself kicks poachers off this territory when salmon return to spawn. His hope someday is to get a permit to do a small volume of local fishing at the mouth of the stream, bringing in a small sum and thus making conservation profitable. Of course, a lot of fairly expensive paperwork is necessary to do this. (There are so many fish here that there is not enough room to for them all to spawn, so some could be harvested without detriment to the population.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJdoG-zI5I/AAAAAAAABZ4/IanPb0Zd-sA/s1600-h/anatoly+and+nikolai+083a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJdoG-zI5I/AAAAAAAABZ4/IanPb0Zd-sA/s400/anatoly+and+nikolai+083a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130265869178577810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nikolai is explaining his work and goals to Anatoly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJdxG-zI6I/AAAAAAAABaA/ojU7ii3BOd4/s1600-h/klyuch+keta+nerest+071a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJdxG-zI6I/AAAAAAAABaA/ojU7ii3BOd4/s400/klyuch+keta+nerest+071a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130266023797400482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anatoly estimates about 200 chum salmon were in this 1 km stream when we were there. We saw plenty of them -- but they get scared when they see people and swim away very fast (so I couldn't get any good pictures).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJfSm-zI7I/AAAAAAAABaI/K3IzOK-HJWc/s1600-h/grasses+and+amur+bay+072a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJfSm-zI7I/AAAAAAAABaI/K3IzOK-HJWc/s400/grasses+and+amur+bay+072a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130267698834645938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grasses, the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Amur&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; and the peninsula on which &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is located in the background. We could see &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; from here. This spot is about 3 km from the Kedrovaya Pad Zapovednik border. (The reserve border is 3 km inland.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJfm2-zI8I/AAAAAAAABaQ/3zrvoXurQfk/s1600-h/near+coast+084a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJfm2-zI8I/AAAAAAAABaQ/3zrvoXurQfk/s400/near+coast+084a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130268046726996930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back toward Kedrovaya Pad from near the coast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-6851472104805952743?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/6851472104805952743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=6851472104805952743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/6851472104805952743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/6851472104805952743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/11/visit-to-kedrovaya-pad-oct-22-28-2007.html' title='Visit to Kedrovaya Pad (Oct 22 - 28, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RzJT5G-zIbI/AAAAAAAABWM/6ub7sPCiwuU/s72-c/kedrovaya+river+011a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-3577513360933306439</id><published>2007-10-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:14:24.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Первый снег</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rxmp10EYB4I/AAAAAAAABWE/IAJ5koq87bY/s1600-h/first+snow+Oct+19-20+003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 307px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rxmp10EYB4I/AAAAAAAABWE/IAJ5koq87bY/s400/first+snow+Oct+19-20+003a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123312793085806466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;У нас во Владивостоке идет первый снег. Хотя мне казалось, что прекрасная, теплая и солнечная осень никогда не закончится, вот листья только начинали падать... а в четверг очередной циклон уже подкрадывался к нам, температура резко упала, ночью начался дождь, утром поднялся ветер, и к ужину в пятницу наблюдались первые снежинки. Сегодня (в сууботу) утром всё вроде стихло, но после обеда снова пошел снег. Вот вид из моего окна.&lt;br /&gt;        Прощай, лето!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-3577513360933306439?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/3577513360933306439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=3577513360933306439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3577513360933306439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3577513360933306439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Первый снег'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rxmp10EYB4I/AAAAAAAABWE/IAJ5koq87bY/s72-c/first+snow+Oct+19-20+003a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-5425732741311907649</id><published>2007-10-17T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:36:42.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Neighbors, New Doors</title><content type='html'>In mid-October I got new neighbors. They bought the apartment next door to me.  The biggest effect so far is that we got new doors on our hallway! (Really, those who have lived in a Russian apartment building may understand my excitement at any household improvements.) My hallway has 2 doors leading to our floor's 2 elevators (one working, one eternally out of order) and the stairwell. Apparently the new neighbors were very disappointed with the hallway's appearance generally and the draft situation -- it gets very cold in the winter, as the hallway is not heated, plus there are cracks in the windows, and the doors blocking off the hallway from really cold places like the stairwell don't close well. So, they paid to have new doors put in! They are really spiffy and look super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXFHkEYBSI/AAAAAAAABQ8/0sRIfGYJXN0/s1600-h/new+doors+002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 332px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXFHkEYBSI/AAAAAAAABQ8/0sRIfGYJXN0/s400/new+doors+002a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122216884935591202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of our new doors, leading from the elevator to our hall. It even has a peephole. It isn't squeaky or rusty or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXFbEEYBTI/AAAAAAAABRE/q7WFVBJDuEQ/s1600-h/new+doors+003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 258px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXFbEEYBTI/AAAAAAAABRE/q7WFVBJDuEQ/s400/new+doors+003a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122217219943040306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXFmEEYBUI/AAAAAAAABRM/B39gRehMekY/s1600-h/new+doors+004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 227px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXFmEEYBUI/AAAAAAAABRM/B39gRehMekY/s400/new+doors+004a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122217408921601346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be our door. And this is the door on the other hallway on my floor -- what our door used to look like. Since people almost always own their apartment in Russia, and don't rent, there isn't one person (a landlord) who looks after the building. So that means common areas like hallways, doors and windows in hallways, elevators, stairwells, etc. often aren't in great shape. It is certainly very rare for an individual apartment-owner to pay out of pocket to improve these areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall continues to be beautiful in Vladivostok! This is a view of the Amur Bay (Pacific Ocean) and the First River area, including where I live, from the hills above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXFykEYBVI/AAAAAAAABRU/3IjKEgxifWs/s1600-h/October+from+sopki+001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXFykEYBVI/AAAAAAAABRU/3IjKEgxifWs/s400/October+from+sopki+001a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122217623669966162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-5425732741311907649?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/5425732741311907649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=5425732741311907649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/5425732741311907649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/5425732741311907649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-neighbors-new-doors.html' title='New Neighbors, New Doors'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXFHkEYBSI/AAAAAAAABQ8/0sRIfGYJXN0/s72-c/new+doors+002a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-561675491522597736</id><published>2007-10-14T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:34:19.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conferences, Dinosaurs and a TV Appearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXMZUEYBWI/AAAAAAAABRc/BfAVokLFTJA/s1600-h/PA+conference+091b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXMZUEYBWI/AAAAAAAABRc/BfAVokLFTJA/s400/PA+conference+091b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122224886459663714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From October 1-10 I went to two conferences. The first was the 8th annual Conference on Russian Far East Zapovedniks (nature reserves), held outside of Blagoveschensk in the Amur Region. Presentations aside, the best thing about this conference was that I got another chance to see some of the wonderful people I've met while visiting some zapovedniks in the Far East. It definitely made the 34-hour train ride worth it -- and I say that even considering that the guys in my car spilled beer all over me about halfway through the trip. (Although they tried to make up for it by asking me to marry them, that didn't save my jeans.) This first picture is me after the conference with a number of reserve scientists, from Khingansky Zapovednik (Irina, Tatyana, Marina, Alyosha and Slava), and on the end is Misha from Sikhote-Alin Zapovednik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXM10EYBXI/AAAAAAAABRk/VsfD2ge5YHQ/s1600-h/PA+conference+011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXM10EYBXI/AAAAAAAABRk/VsfD2ge5YHQ/s400/PA+conference+011a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122225376085935474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The conference was held at a little Soviet-era resort, Mukhinka, and there was a little lake and beautiful forest all around. The fall colors there were just amazing, and walking in the woods here was really delightful. The river in the background of the second picture below is the Zeya, a large tributary of the Amur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXM_0EYBYI/AAAAAAAABRs/Efg52GVLYTI/s1600-h/PA+conference+049a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXM_0EYBYI/AAAAAAAABRs/Efg52GVLYTI/s400/PA+conference+049a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122225547884627330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXNJkEYBZI/AAAAAAAABR0/Jt16SkavXwc/s1600-h/PA+conference+045a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXNJkEYBZI/AAAAAAAABR0/Jt16SkavXwc/s400/PA+conference+045a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122225715388351890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this conference I also made my first (in Russia or the U.S.) TV appearance! The local news service came out to the conference one day, and since I was the token foreigner, of course they had to interview me. Unfortunately I didn't get a copy of the recording, which is too bad, as I actually have the ability to sound rather intelligent in Russian these days. However, here are pictures of me with the cameraman, and a very blurry picture of me on "Vesti" (the news) on TV, with my name up there and everything (click on picture to enlarge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXNbkEYBaI/AAAAAAAABR8/J8Rm9tpkbOE/s1600-h/PA+conference+089a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXNbkEYBaI/AAAAAAAABR8/J8Rm9tpkbOE/s400/PA+conference+089a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122226024625997218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXNjUEYBbI/AAAAAAAABSE/t8ZZ8aP0hbg/s1600-h/PA+conference+095a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXNjUEYBbI/AAAAAAAABSE/t8ZZ8aP0hbg/s400/PA+conference+095a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122226157769983410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the Amur Region is also famous for dinosaurs! In the area near the capital, Blagoveschensk, in the 20th century scientists discovered 10 new species of dinosaurs (6 plant-eaters and 4 carnivores). Below is me with a duck-billed plant-eater, Olorotitan arharensis, who lived in the area more than 65 million years ago, but just got dug up and put together in the last 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXPOkEYBdI/AAAAAAAABSU/nmjWQx_xkO8/s1600-h/PA+conference+103a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXPOkEYBdI/AAAAAAAABSU/nmjWQx_xkO8/s400/PA+conference+103a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122228000310953426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second conference, Sosnovka, was outside of Khabarovsk, about halfway between the first conference and Vladivostok. Every year this conference brings together a number of Russian environmental NGOs, from Moscow to Kamchatka, and I got to see some old friends, meet some new people I'd been long hoping to meet, and even meet some people whose names I'd seen on articles before, but who I never expected to meet in person! It was a really cool experience to get to go and hear discussed a number of issues facing the environmental community, from oil and gas to forestry regulations to mining and hydropower. (Obviously an extractive industries theme running through Russia's development plans, unfortunately.) Sadly I did a very poor photography job at Sosnovka, and the best part was the guitar playing and singing anyway, which you need video for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXPaEEYBeI/AAAAAAAABSc/UC7z-bKG29M/s1600-h/PA+conference+082a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXPaEEYBeI/AAAAAAAABSc/UC7z-bKG29M/s400/PA+conference+082a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122228197879449058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sign reminds vacationers at the Mukhinka resort to "take care of nature!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-561675491522597736?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/561675491522597736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=561675491522597736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/561675491522597736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/561675491522597736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/10/conferences-dinosaurs-and-tv-appearance.html' title='Conferences, Dinosaurs and a TV Appearance'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxXMZUEYBWI/AAAAAAAABRc/BfAVokLFTJA/s72-c/PA+conference+091b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-3006290965884311810</id><published>2007-10-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:15:25.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terney, Tiger Day and Sikhote-Alin Zapovednik (Sept 20-27)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaHm0EYBgI/AAAAAAAABSo/PlFsXmRIAz8/s1600-h/Terneya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaHm0EYBgI/AAAAAAAABSo/PlFsXmRIAz8/s400/Terneya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122430727062291970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of September I finally made a trip to the largest federal-level nature reserve in the Primorsky Region, Sikhote-Alinsky Zapovednik. Founded in 1935, it is one of the oldest nature reserves in all of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and it is also one of only 8 UNESCO World Heritage nature sites in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Sikhote-Alinsky Zapovednik is best known for the endangered Amur tiger: the reserve is estimated to be home to 30-40 of them. Since 1992 the reserve has been working with the Wildlife Conservation Society (WCS) on a project to radio-collar and track tigers in the zapovednik. Unfortunately my trip was much too short, and I didn't see even any tiger tracks. However, WCS did fit a tigress with a new radio collar just last week, on October 8. Pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaHs0EYBhI/AAAAAAAABSw/Whs_D8wNHDs/s1600-h/Terney+002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaHs0EYBhI/AAAAAAAABSw/Whs_D8wNHDs/s400/Terney+002a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122430830141507090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The zapovednik's headquarters are located in the little &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ternei&lt;/st1:placename&gt;, on the Pacific coast and near the border of the reserve, a 10-hour (minimum) drive north from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I stayed in Ternei at WCS's research center, which was really nice. Ternei is a town of about 4000, and at this time of year, with the wonderful fall weather, it seems something close to paradise. These first two pictures are views of Ternei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMS0EYByI/AAAAAAAABUk/SoawIf8YF-g/s1600-h/Terney+012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMS0EYByI/AAAAAAAABUk/SoawIf8YF-g/s400/Terney+012a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122435881023047458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I was in Ternei 4 scientists from the zapovednik and an American graduate student were doing field work to test a model that should predict the composition of forests in the area. They let me come out to two of their field sites with them, which was great. If the model accurately describes the forests in the zapovednik now -- which is what they're trying to test -- then it may be a good predictor of how forest composition here might change in the future (due to factors such as climate change, etc.). In this picture &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Nancy&lt;/st1:city&gt; is explaining a technique to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lena&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMskEYB1I/AAAAAAAABU8/4aimg6_iP_E/s1600-h/Terney+016a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMskEYB1I/AAAAAAAABU8/4aimg6_iP_E/s400/Terney+016a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122436323404678994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall the forests in the Sikhote-Alin Zapovednik are very unique -- truly one of a kind today, as similar forests have already been lost (i.e., logged) all around the rest of the world. Here Misha is measuring tree height in a secondary forest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMkEEYB0I/AAAAAAAABU0/NsbkN3Q4JKM/s1600-h/Terney+017a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMkEEYB0I/AAAAAAAABU0/NsbkN3Q4JKM/s400/Terney+017a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122436177375790914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sveta is measuring diameter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMLUEYBxI/AAAAAAAABUc/Y1FVmVKAbmM/s1600-h/Terney+070a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMLUEYBxI/AAAAAAAABUc/Y1FVmVKAbmM/s400/Terney+070a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122435752174028562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We worked in 30-m diameter circular plots (counting trees and species, measuring diameter, height, etc.), and we measured off sectors in each circle using measuring tape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMa0EYBzI/AAAAAAAABUs/U9DKetp0M7A/s1600-h/Terney+014a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaMa0EYBzI/AAAAAAAABUs/U9DKetp0M7A/s400/Terney+014a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122436018462000946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Misha is measuring diameter, and Galina is recording. Misha, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lena&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Galina and Sveta were just wonderful. Much like the science staff at Khingansky Zapovednik, they are quite literally too nice for words. Misha, Galina and Sveta have all been working together at Sikhote-Alin Zapovednik for more than 20 years -- so they are also quite the source of information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaNBUEYB2I/AAAAAAAABVE/hcJ5A8ZJGtc/s1600-h/Terney+066a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaNBUEYB2I/AAAAAAAABVE/hcJ5A8ZJGtc/s400/Terney+066a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122436679886964578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An old cabin at an old ranger station near one of the reserve's research sites. This reminded me of something like Shenandoah. We stoked the stove to make tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaIpEEYBoI/AAAAAAAABTg/9DRtZN1wB94/s1600-h/Terney+023a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaIpEEYBoI/AAAAAAAABTg/9DRtZN1wB94/s400/Terney+023a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122431865228625538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pacific&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Coast&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in the zapovednik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaITUEYBmI/AAAAAAAABTU/IroDkcp7ct8/s1600-h/Terney+028a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaITUEYBmI/AAAAAAAABTU/IroDkcp7ct8/s400/Terney+028a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122431491566470754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;More coastline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaI2UEYBqI/AAAAAAAABTw/ZuIhqK2GGDM/s1600-h/Terney+031a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaI2UEYBqI/AAAAAAAABTw/ZuIhqK2GGDM/s400/Terney+031a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122432092861892258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are literally dozens of seals lounging on these rocks. Sveta counted over 200. This part of the ocean is also part of the reserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaJpkEYBuI/AAAAAAAABUM/QEHIRc0iwI8/s1600-h/Terney+047a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaJpkEYBuI/AAAAAAAABUM/QEHIRc0iwI8/s400/Terney+047a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122432973330188002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mmmm...mushrooms. Mushrooms and mushroom-hunting are a very important (and delicious) part of Russian culture, and September is mushroom season out here. But these mushrooms, although edible, were in the zapovednik, so you can't pick them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaIE0EYBkI/AAAAAAAABTE/ihxv3fwBBH8/s1600-h/Terney+054a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaIE0EYBkI/AAAAAAAABTE/ihxv3fwBBH8/s400/Terney+054a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122431242458367554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was also lucky to be in Ternei on Tiger Day. This holiday is celebrated throughout the Primorsky Region in September, in a number of different towns and cities. It started in Vladivostok back in 2000. The main and original sponsor is an environmental organization in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, although a number of groups are always involved in planning. In Ternei the participants included WCS, Sikhote-Alin Zapovednik, a local environmental club, Uragus, local schools in the Ternei District and more.  The holiday started inside with a number of performances (dances, skits, etc. -- not all tiger-related), and then there was a parade around town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaIvUEYBpI/AAAAAAAABTo/zpzVE0mnfME/s1600-h/Terney+061a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaIvUEYBpI/AAAAAAAABTo/zpzVE0mnfME/s400/Terney+061a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122431972602807954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the parade. Each group (club, school, NGO, etc.) had its own banner and its own cheer about tigers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaILUEYBlI/AAAAAAAABTM/MuItEuJLVpI/s1600-h/Terney+062a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaILUEYBlI/AAAAAAAABTM/MuItEuJLVpI/s400/Terney+062a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122431354127517266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is Volodya the Tiger. He's the hero of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaHxkEYBiI/AAAAAAAABS4/ZHEI3PRrhLo/s1600-h/Dalnegorsk+073a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaHxkEYBiI/AAAAAAAABS4/ZHEI3PRrhLo/s400/Dalnegorsk+073a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122430911745885730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing about the Far East is that there are amazingly beautiful and pristine areas, like Sikhote-Alin Zapovednik, right next to areas of near environmental disaster. This is a mine in the town of Dalnegorsk, not far south of Ternei. The mine is no longer operating, it seems -- or at least ore is not being trucked out of town anymore -- but a whole lot of decaying Soviet-era equipment and crumbling factories have been left behind here, and it's hard to imagine it being cleaned up soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaJWkEYBsI/AAAAAAAABT8/HhT-9yipvk4/s1600-h/Terney+052a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaJWkEYBsI/AAAAAAAABT8/HhT-9yipvk4/s400/Terney+052a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122432646912673474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Environmental news stand in Terney.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaJiUEYBtI/AAAAAAAABUE/lHaAJ63sCrA/s1600-h/Terney+053a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaJiUEYBtI/AAAAAAAABUE/lHaAJ63sCrA/s400/Terney+053a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122432848776136402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chickens! This picture is for you, Mom. Well, and for Dad and Dan. There were plenty of chickens on the side of the road in Terney.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-3006290965884311810?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/3006290965884311810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=3006290965884311810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3006290965884311810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3006290965884311810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/10/terney-tiger-day-and-sikhote-alin.html' title='Terney, Tiger Day and Sikhote-Alin Zapovednik (Sept 20-27)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxaHm0EYBgI/AAAAAAAABSo/PlFsXmRIAz8/s72-c/Terneya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-3237235776418822256</id><published>2007-10-01T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:31:04.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me in Saint Petersburg (August 31 - Sept 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWo3kEYBQI/AAAAAAAABQs/oWulrpWWyx0/s1600-h/Russia0026CatherineCanala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 379px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWo3kEYBQI/AAAAAAAABQs/oWulrpWWyx0/s400/Russia0026CatherineCanala.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122185823732106498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year my very brave parents decided to close their eyes, hold their breath, join hands, hope for the best and make their first trip to Russia. After hearing so much (much more than they ever wanted to know, perhaps) about my travel here for more than 4 years now, they decided to check it out. Although I have yet to convince them to visit Siberia or the Far East, Mom and Dad did come to Saint Petersburg for the first week of September. This first picture is my mom and dad on the Catherine Canal (from Nevsky Prospect, Petersburg's largest -- and quite famous -- downtown thoroughfare.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petersburg was the first place I ever visited in Russia; I lived there for a month in July of 2003, but haven't been back since. I still learned plenty of new things for myself this time around. One of the coolest things was my parents' interest in the siege of Leningrad (1941-1944), so this time I learned a lot about the city during the years of WWII, the colossal efforts that must have been taken to restore it since then, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWpNEEYBRI/AAAAAAAABQ0/7vkUUPmbCIM/s1600-h/Russia0113McDonaldsa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 331px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWpNEEYBRI/AAAAAAAABQ0/7vkUUPmbCIM/s400/Russia0113McDonaldsa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122186193099293970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite knowing no Russian or the Cyrillic alphabet, my parents did learn to recognize words like "coffee house," "restaurant," and, of course, "McDonalds" (something they wouldn't see in Vladivostok) by the end of the trip. Overall they deserve quite the kudos for trying to learn more about strange and overwhelming country that their daughter is for some reason fascinated by. My dad was even reading War and Peace on the plane ride over! And, after surviving the Petersburg metro several times, hopefully they now feel ready to take on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this blog entry is made possible by the photography skills of my mother. Thank you for being the photographer, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something else I did not do in Petersburg my first time around -- get my picture&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWlqEEYBEI/AAAAAAAABPM/FHnAhTYOT2A/s1600-h/Russia0013withCatherineand+Petera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWlqEEYBEI/AAAAAAAABPM/FHnAhTYOT2A/s400/Russia0013withCatherineand+Petera.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122182293268988994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taken with Peter and Catherine the Great! Peter the Great was tsar of Russia from 1682-1725, and he founded St Petersburg and moved the capital of Russia there (from Moscow) in 1703. The capital stayed in St Petersburg until 1918, when the Bolsheviks moved it back to Moscow. Catherine the Great ruled Russia from 1762-1796. While Peter won Russia a northern port, St Petersburg, on the Baltic, Catherine won the country a southern port, Odessa, on the Black Sea. Ports of course were very important to Russia's development -- it's no fun being land-locked. There are Peter and Catherine the Greats all over St Petersburg and the palaces on the outskirts, just waiting to take their picture with tourists (for a $4 fee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWl3EEYBFI/AAAAAAAABPU/33owo_ly1Ic/s1600-h/Russia0017PeterIhousea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWl3EEYBFI/AAAAAAAABPU/33owo_ly1Ic/s400/Russia0017PeterIhousea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122182516607288402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St Petersburg is a city of palaces. Tsars' palaces, people richer than the tsars' palaces, you name it. Above is St Petersburg's first palace -- inside is preserved the wooden house where Peter the Great lived when the city was being built. Peter didn't really like big stuff. All  the palaces he built for himself were pretty little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWmQkEYBGI/AAAAAAAABPc/Vh0btclMdy4/s1600-h/Russia0032Hermitagetoob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWmQkEYBGI/AAAAAAAABPc/Vh0btclMdy4/s400/Russia0032Hermitagetoob.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122182954693952610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on a more grandiose scale... This is the Winter Palace and Hermitage Museum, picture taken from Palace Square, where Nevsky Prospect ends. The 4 palaces of the Winter Palace (this is just a view of the most famous one) were built in the mid-1700s. The Winter Palace was the winter residence of the tsars. Obviously,  they gave themselves a little upgrade over Peter's modest digs. Today you can go inside the Winter Palace, but you can't see what the tsars' rooms looked like -- the Bolsheviks weren't really too big on preserving that stuff. Instead you can tour the Hermitage, one of the world's largest art museums. The collection was started by Catherine the Great, and initially was a private collection of the tsars. Today the Hermitage has over 3 million pieces of art -- you could literally spend a lifetime there -- including 2 Leonardo da Vincis, Raphaels, many Rembrandts, etc. The interiors of the Hermitage alone are quite unreal and extravagant. Perhaps my mom will post a picture of them in the comments section :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWmiEEYBHI/AAAAAAAABPk/wC27PO-gRo0/s1600-h/Russia0031AlexanderColumna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWmiEEYBHI/AAAAAAAABPk/wC27PO-gRo0/s400/Russia0031AlexanderColumna.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122183255341663346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Aleksandr Column, in Palace Square in front of the Hermitage/Winter Palace. It commemorates Russia's victory over Napoleon in 1812, during the Napoleonic Wars. (Aleksandr I was tsar at the time.) At the top an angel is crushing a snake with her cross. (You guessed it -- Napoleon is the snake.) This column has no foundation and rests on its own weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWm2kEYBII/AAAAAAAABPs/598-cH11qWY/s1600-h/Russia0037BronzeHorsemana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWm2kEYBII/AAAAAAAABPs/598-cH11qWY/s400/Russia0037BronzeHorsemana.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122183607528981634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's another snake-crushing monument. (The dudes in front are part of one of numerous wedding parties.) This is a monument to Peter the Great called the Bronze Horseman, since made very famous in a poem of the same name by Russia's greatest writer, Aleksandr Pushkin. As my dad astutely observed, the back hoof of the horse is also crushing a snake. However, this snake is not Napoleon but the Swedish king Charles XII, whom Peter defeated in the Great Northern War to win the territory that includes St Petersburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer the tsars got away from their drab living in St Peter&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWnO0EYBJI/AAAAAAAABP0/6BG3MPe_JIA/s1600-h/Russia0218a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWnO0EYBJI/AAAAAAAABP0/6BG3MPe_JIA/s400/Russia0218a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122184024140809362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sburg and the Winter Palace and went out to the suburbs. This is me and my mom in front of part of the main fountain cascade at Peterhof, the construction of which was started by Peter the Great in the early 1700s. Peterhof is on the Gulf of Finland, 20 km from St Petersburg. Peter may have abandoned his modest principles *just a little* when he went to build this palace and particularly the beautiful grounds, meant to rival Versailles. There is quite a lot of gold and many amazing fountains here, and it is difficult to imagine a place being more extravagant, although I suppose we'll just have to go to Versailles to compare. Like all the tsars' suburban palaces, Peterhof was occupied by the Germans in WWII, and much of the grounds and palace interiors were destroyed by them.  From here the German army used to fire on St Petersburg, aiming for the huge gold dome of St Isaac's Cathedral downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWnaUEYBKI/AAAAAAAABP8/SGJbuZhU92k/s1600-h/Russia0079PushkinTsarskoeSeloa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWnaUEYBKI/AAAAAAAABP8/SGJbuZhU92k/s400/Russia0079PushkinTsarskoeSeloa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122184221709304994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the main palace, or Catherine Palace, at Tsarskoye Selo. (The weather wasn't as super for our visit there -- St Petersburg can already be pretty chilly, windy and rainy at the beginning of September. Fortunately we had sunny -- if cool -- weather about half the time.) Peter the Great gave the land here to his wife, Catherine I, as a present in the early 1700s. Most of the building was overseen by their daughter, Elizabeth (her architect was Rastrelli, responsible for much of the baroque architecture of St Petersburg), and then Catherine the Great. Both Tsarskoye Selo and Peterhof are a UNESCO World Heritage Site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWnvEEYBLI/AAAAAAAABQE/hgXAG00w88Y/s1600-h/Russia0018Dostoevskya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWnvEEYBLI/AAAAAAAABQE/hgXAG00w88Y/s400/Russia0018Dostoevskya.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122184578191590578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St Petersburg was home to come of Russia's greatest literary and artistic geniuses. This is Dostoevsky's tombstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWoGEEYBMI/AAAAAAAABQM/Z-_PP-pYfa0/s1600-h/Russia0040HouseofBooksa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWoGEEYBMI/AAAAAAAABQM/Z-_PP-pYfa0/s400/Russia0040HouseofBooksa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122184973328581826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This building is home to the House of Books (Dom Knigi) on Nevsky Prospect. It just looks cool. It was originally built to house an American sewing-machine company, which I suppose could serve as a partial explanation of the architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWoYUEYBNI/AAAAAAAABQU/plJ0y0EVfHs/s1600-h/Russia0115ChurchonSpilledBlooda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWoYUEYBNI/AAAAAAAABQU/plJ0y0EVfHs/s400/Russia0115ChurchonSpilledBlooda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122185286861194450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Church on the Spilled Blood, built on the spot where Tsar Aleksandr II was assassinated in 1881. Fortunately this church was not destroyed by the Communists, although it was closed and used to house theater props, among other things. It took longer to restore it (25+ years) than it did to build it. The inside walls are covered in very ornate mosaics. Along with Kazan Cathedral and St Isaac's Cathedral, this is one of the most famous churches in St Petersburg -- and they are all right downtown, literally within minutes' walk of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWoi0EYBOI/AAAAAAAABQc/q59vYHC5L28/s1600-h/Russia0076lunchtoasta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWoi0EYBOI/AAAAAAAABQc/q59vYHC5L28/s400/Russia0076lunchtoasta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122185467249820898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bear is helping us toast our trip. You have to indulge in the Russian stereotypes sometime. The vodka was in fact really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWos0EYBPI/AAAAAAAABQk/MKzQl2uLz3Q/s1600-h/Russia0028canala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWos0EYBPI/AAAAAAAABQk/MKzQl2uLz3Q/s400/Russia0028canala.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122185639048512754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Venice of the North? Many people claim that St Petersburg deserves this title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a trip to Novgorod for the day, climbed St Isaac's Cathedral, wandered around the Peter and Paul Fortress in the rain, visited the Piskaryovskoye Cemetery, where many of the estimated 1 million victims of the siege of Leningrad are buried in mass graves, and much more. Perhaps Mom will post some more pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-3237235776418822256?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/3237235776418822256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=3237235776418822256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3237235776418822256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3237235776418822256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/10/meet-me-in-saint-petersburg-august-31.html' title='Meet me in Saint Petersburg (August 31 - Sept 8)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RxWo3kEYBQI/AAAAAAAABQs/oWulrpWWyx0/s72-c/Russia0026CatherineCanala.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-3483123560386834774</id><published>2007-09-17T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:50:10.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels in the Altai-Sayan Region (August 15 - 30, 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5rmCeQA6I/AAAAAAAAA94/soBoA4P9tbQ/s1600-h/altai-sayan+region.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5rmCeQA6I/AAAAAAAAA94/soBoA4P9tbQ/s400/altai-sayan+region.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111140928355042210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From August 15-30 my friend Anya and I traveled in the Altai-Sayan Region of south-central Siberia (see map right) , which is home to some of Russia's most beautiful, striking and varied landscapes.&lt;br /&gt;Anya is from Irkutsk, and we met during my first trip to Russia over 4 years ago. During our trip we visited Sayano-Shushensky Biosphere Reserve on the Enisei River (one of the largest rivers in Siberia and on Earth, running from south to north to the Arctic Ocean); the Republic of Khakasiya and Khakassky Zapovednik (nature reserve); we traveled along the border of Khakasiya, the Altai Republic and the Republic of Tuva (home to nomads, throat singing, camels and yaks), through Tuva and to the park Ergaki in the Krasnoyarsk Region. We had an amazing time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very, very grateful to the directors of Sayano-Shushensky Biosphere Reserve and Ergaki Park, and also the director of the Idgir hunting and fishing company for inviting us to visit and taking time out of their incredibly busy schedules to organize everything for us. They are wonderful. We also owe a big thank you to the staff of Sayano-Shushensky Biosphere Reserve and Ergaki Park for teaching us about the protected natural territories where they work. Lots of pictures below!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-3483123560386834774?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/3483123560386834774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=3483123560386834774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3483123560386834774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3483123560386834774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/09/travels-in-altai-sayan-region-august-15.html' title='Travels in the Altai-Sayan Region (August 15 - 30, 2006)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5rmCeQA6I/AAAAAAAAA94/soBoA4P9tbQ/s72-c/altai-sayan+region.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-7594618066026668208</id><published>2007-09-14T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:48:41.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenin Exiled Here: Town of Shushenskoye (August 16)</title><content type='html'>Anya and I spent our first day in the town of Shushenskoye, a town of 20,000, where the offices for Sayano-Shushensky Biosphere Reserve are located. The next day we headed out to the reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5w-yeQA7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/wImGyJ3Vtqg/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5w-yeQA7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/wImGyJ3Vtqg/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+003a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111146851114943410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;City government building in Shushenskoye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xIyeQA8I/AAAAAAAAA-I/MuIK9klEQ48/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xIyeQA8I/AAAAAAAAA-I/MuIK9klEQ48/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+002a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111147022913635266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Church in Shushenskoye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xUCeQA9I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/JwqWckcWhsM/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xUCeQA9I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/JwqWckcWhsM/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+004a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111147216187163602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shushenskoye's claim to fame is that Lenin was exiled here for 3 years, from 1897-1900, during the reign of Russia's last tsar, Nikolai II. We took a tour of the Shushenskoye ethnographic museum, which was basically a Lenin tour, with some other houses from the time period thrown in. Above I am standing in front of the house Lenin, "the leader the the world's proletariat", lived in from 1897-98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xdCeQA-I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nPpbVDGinqs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xdCeQA-I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nPpbVDGinqs/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+005a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111147370805986274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy is showing us how they used to make those classic Russian wooden spoons in villages in Siberia. (At the ethnographic museum.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xpSeQA_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/VthbQ5KhJ-Y/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xpSeQA_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/VthbQ5KhJ-Y/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+011a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111147581259383794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't sound like Lenin had it too rough in exile. Actually, kind of sounded like a well-paid vacation to Siberia. Lenin liked to head out of Shushenskoye and go hunting about 20 km out of town, in the territory that is now part of Shushensky Bor National Park. Here Anya and I are standing in front of the hut where Lenin would take a break during his hunting capades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xzSeQBAI/AAAAAAAAA-o/mlPte53fZPY/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5xzSeQBAI/AAAAAAAAA-o/mlPte53fZPY/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+012a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111147753058075650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sign says "Hut. Lenin liked to relax here while hunting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5yMCeQBBI/AAAAAAAAA-w/zfPE1-2RYYk/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+010a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5yMCeQBBI/AAAAAAAAA-w/zfPE1-2RYYk/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+010a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111148178259837970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are totally relaxing to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5yVyeQBCI/AAAAAAAAA-4/6MMCu5ReMuY/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5yVyeQBCI/AAAAAAAAA-4/6MMCu5ReMuY/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+008a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111148345763562530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little change of pace: this is the river-boat station on the Enisei River in the town of Shushenskoye. In a totally cool project - the brain child of the director of Sayano-Shushensky Reserve - the reserve bought up this building in 2000, when it was in a total state of disrepair (i.e., no glass in the windows, etc.). The reserve invested its own money to restore the building and turn it into a gym/nature exhibit in one. Now residents of the town of Shushenskoye can go workout here, so the reserve has taken on a societal role in keeping people healthy, and the fees the gym-goers pay go toward the reserve's budget. There are information signs about all the reserves of the Altai-Sayan region here, plus many professional photographs, info about other reserves, etc. So instead of watching talk TV while working out, people can  watch and read about the amazing natural places in their own backyard. A pretty unique idea. The station also houses a conference room equipped with a projector and all, as well as the offices for the Association of Zapovedniks and National Parks of the Altai-Sayan Region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5ylyeQBDI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gP4Qj0A9c7U/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+426a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5ylyeQBDI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gP4Qj0A9c7U/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+426a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111148620641469490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great place to stay in Shushenskoye - in the Sayano-Shushensky Reserve's little hotel lodge. Here's a picture from the outside. We were very well taken care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-7594618066026668208?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/7594618066026668208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=7594618066026668208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/7594618066026668208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/7594618066026668208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/09/lenin-exiled-here-town-of-shushenskoye.html' title='Lenin Exiled Here: Town of Shushenskoye (August 16)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru5w-yeQA7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/wImGyJ3Vtqg/s72-c/Altai-Sayan+Region+003a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-932171000710405273</id><published>2007-09-12T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:45:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayano-Shushensky Biosphere Reserve (Aug 17-20)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-PMyeQDAI/AAAAAAAABOc/HLJC-X0IElE/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+039a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-PMyeQDAI/AAAAAAAABOc/HLJC-X0IElE/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+039a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111461551958658050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya and I spent our first weekend on the edge of Sayano-Shushensky Biosphere Reserve, a huge territory with an area of almost 400,000 hectares. The reserve is a strict protected area and therefore no tourists are allowed into the reserve territory. The enormous Enisei River makes up the eastern border of the reserve and is also the reserve's buffer zone. All boats in the section of the river bordering the reserve have to have special permission from the reserve and have to register on site. We lived on the other side of the river, in the so-called "biosphere polygon." Under UNESCO biosphere reserves should have a strictly protected territory, that is the reserve itself, and a "polygon" where limited natural resource use is allowed with the goal of demonstrating sustainable economic development. Hunting and fishing tourism are the main activities in Sayano-Shushensky's polygon. In the first picture is the Enisei River; the reserve is on the right side, and the polygon is on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8EcieQBFI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/_fUHaBss_W0/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+095a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8EcieQBFI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/_fUHaBss_W0/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+095a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111308990425334866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of Anya and the little boat we took almost 200 km (a 4-5 hour trip) down the Enisei River to the ranger station where we stayed. Anya is feeding this dog sunflower seeds, and he could actually shell and eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8ElieQBGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/-jKyYpsUnWc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+072a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8ElieQBGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/-jKyYpsUnWc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+072a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111309145044157538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sayano-Shushensky Reserve was created in 1976 partially to offset and study the effects of the construction of Sayano-Shushensky Hydroelectric Dam on the Enisei River. This is why the river, much like the Columbia, doesn't look like a wild river with rapids, etc., but rather like a large peaceful sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russians claim Sayano-Shushensky Dam is the largest on earth, which I haven't been able to confirm. However, it is huge. (It is the largest hydroelectric station in Russia.) When it was built the water level on the Enisei River b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8E6SeQBHI/AAAAAAAAA_g/fRMK5LbyQHs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+084a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8E6SeQBHI/AAAAAAAAA_g/fRMK5LbyQHs/s320/Altai-Sayan+Region+084a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111309501526443122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ehind the dam rose 240 meters up the sides of the mountains along the river!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These mountain sides were forested, and unfortunately they were not logged before the dam began to operate and the water level rose. Not only were millions of dollars of valuable timber lost, but dead logs still float on the reservoir nearly 25 years after the completion of the dam. The decaying logs pollute the river and make the water not so clear underwater, too. (I checked it out when I went swimming in the reservoir.) They say the logs that have sunk actually haven't reached the bottom of the river, either, but rather are floating as a huge underwater forest about 40 meters below the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8v5SeQByI/AAAAAAAABE0/9vgJXv4Jofs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+103a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8v5SeQByI/AAAAAAAABE0/9vgJXv4Jofs/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+103a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111356763346568994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logs still floating on the surface of the Enisei. Makes for interesting navigation for water craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wDSeQBzI/AAAAAAAABE8/UzOZW4R9VQ8/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+022a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wDSeQBzI/AAAAAAAABE8/UzOZW4R9VQ8/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+022a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111356935145260850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge letters on the mountain side saying "Sayano-Shushensky Reserve." You can't miss that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wNieQB0I/AAAAAAAABFE/tOa3AzHodGQ/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+025a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wNieQB0I/AAAAAAAABFE/tOa3AzHodGQ/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+025a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111357111238920002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed at the reserve's nicest ranger station, which was really, REALLY nice. Like a fancy ski lodge in the U.S. Here are me and Anya next to the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wXCeQB1I/AAAAAAAABFM/q7NwuIHe7uc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+024a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wXCeQB1I/AAAAAAAABFM/q7NwuIHe7uc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+024a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111357274447677266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a view from the ranger station in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wiSeQB2I/AAAAAAAABFU/Xs-Ahp58gj4/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+048a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wiSeQB2I/AAAAAAAABFU/Xs-Ahp58gj4/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+048a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111357467721205602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a view of the house we stayed in from the outside. Swimming was pretty chilly but still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wuyeQB3I/AAAAAAAABFc/lJ_xPVEBKSk/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+043a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8wuyeQB3I/AAAAAAAABFc/lJ_xPVEBKSk/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+043a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111357682469570418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Valery, our super guide during our time in the reserve. There are just not enough positive adjectives to describe him. On our first day he took us on a hike over the cliffs near where we stayed, totally redefining the definition of "trail." Here he is probably waiting for us to hurry up and stop taking pictures of the great views we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8w7SeQB4I/AAAAAAAABFk/dsum_-6YgOw/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+074a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8w7SeQB4I/AAAAAAAABFk/dsum_-6YgOw/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+074a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111357897217935234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xECeQB5I/AAAAAAAABFs/iF_2F57KqLs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+075a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xECeQB5I/AAAAAAAABFs/iF_2F57KqLs/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+075a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111358047541790610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anya and I became quite the rock climbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xOieQB6I/AAAAAAAABF0/XdB2RaQwfKs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+054a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xOieQB6I/AAAAAAAABF0/XdB2RaQwfKs/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+054a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111358227930417058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valery also took us to search for the wild mountain goats that inhabit the steep slopes of the reserve. Amazingly, he could spot them with no trouble, even though they were hard for us to find even using binoculars! In hot weather the goats will come down close to the water level, but since it was chilly and misty when we went looking for them, we only saw them from far away. Which was still really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xYyeQB7I/AAAAAAAABF8/FYHDH8PrbOg/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+085a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xYyeQB7I/AAAAAAAABF8/FYHDH8PrbOg/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+085a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111358404024076210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xgCeQB8I/AAAAAAAABGE/XYAOB7H4iSc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+046a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xgCeQB8I/AAAAAAAABGE/XYAOB7H4iSc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+046a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111358528578127810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some cool pictures with reflections in the water. If you closely look at the bottom of the slopes you can see a little grey-brown edge right at the water level. That is the start of the "dead zone," where annually rising water levels from the dam don't allow anything to grow. In the spring, when the water is at its lowest level, this zone is 40 meters wide and very easy to see. Now it is only about 2 meters wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xnCeQB9I/AAAAAAAABGM/tXrJxvffYro/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+027a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8xnCeQB9I/AAAAAAAABGM/tXrJxvffYro/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+027a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111358648837212114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me sitting in the rocky and dead-woody dead zone on the shore of the mighty Enisei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-932171000710405273?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/932171000710405273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=932171000710405273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/932171000710405273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/932171000710405273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/09/sayano-shushensky-biosphere-reserve-aug.html' title='Sayano-Shushensky Biosphere Reserve (Aug 17-20)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-PMyeQDAI/AAAAAAAABOc/HLJC-X0IElE/s72-c/Altai-Sayan+Region+039a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-7515527180906298888</id><published>2007-09-09T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:38:33.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakes, Steppe and Siberian Stonehenge: Khakasiya (Aug 21-23)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8s5CeQBjI/AAAAAAAABC8/Axej2gU4Pn0/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+170a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8s5CeQBjI/AAAAAAAABC8/Axej2gU4Pn0/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+170a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111353460516718130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Anya and I got back from Sayano-Shushensky Reserve we did a little loop -- or more like a triangle -- through the Altai-Sayan Region. (By "little" I mean 1000 km round-trip; we took a week to do it.) The northwest side of the triangle was in the Republic of Khakasiya, and we started at the northern tip and drove southwest toward the Altai Republic and Republic of Tuva. Northern Khakasiya has a lot of steppe and low rolling hills -- it seems the sky could just stretch on there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8tDieQBkI/AAAAAAAABDE/_TYcTILHBnY/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+128a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8tDieQBkI/AAAAAAAABDE/_TYcTILHBnY/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+128a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111353640905344578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped for one night at Lake Itkhul' in Khakassky Nature Reserve (Zapovednik). (Sunset)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8tNyeQBlI/AAAAAAAABDM/y0b3TAtKvPQ/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+131a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8tNyeQBlI/AAAAAAAABDM/y0b3TAtKvPQ/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+131a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111353816999003730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khakasiya is home to lakes of all kinds. A few are protected in Khakassky Nature Reserve, and a few are open to tourists. Unfortunately we did not have the best weather for our lake touring day. Above Anya is climbing a steep hill for a windy and rainy lookout over Lake Belyo in Khakassky Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8tZyeQBmI/AAAAAAAABDU/q2p74zwgZOg/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+132a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8tZyeQBmI/AAAAAAAABDU/q2p74zwgZOg/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+132a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111354023157433954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The soil on the climb up was very red (my socks changed color), as was this rock. On top is Ilya, our "guide" (I use that term pretty loosely) for our week-long tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8tiyeQBnI/AAAAAAAABDc/_tZ2vXQlYS4/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+139a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8tiyeQBnI/AAAAAAAABDc/_tZ2vXQlYS4/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+139a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111354177776256626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out on another lake shore. Lake Tus is a lake with high mineral content that is a popular tourist destination in July. Unfortunately by August it is not really sunbathing weather there anymore. Although neither the chilly temperatures nor the "no swimming" signs stopped Ilya from taking a dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8uKCeQBqI/AAAAAAAABD0/OcU3AukPi3M/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+144a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8uKCeQBqI/AAAAAAAABD0/OcU3AukPi3M/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+144a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111354852086122146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a nickel mine during the Soviet Union. However in the early 1970s part of the mine collapsed, killing the workers there, and they closed it. Now lots of tourists can come check it out for 20 rubles a head. The amazing thing is they dug this mine without any explosives or anything like that -- basically with hand equipment. Apparently they used to have bungee jumping here, too (after the mine's collapse, that is), which sounds like it was a disaster waiting to happen -- you can't go anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8ukyeQBsI/AAAAAAAABEE/wECyWaarob4/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+149a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8ukyeQBsI/AAAAAAAABEE/wECyWaarob4/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+149a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111355311647622850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These huge rocks are from a burial site from the 3rd century BC. They are huge (see picture below with me in it for some perspective). Ancient peoples probably dragged these rocks from at least 45 km away to this site, which is pretty unbelievable. The rocks made up the outer edge of a huge, circular burial mound that was covered in earth and hollow inside -- you could think of the rocks as the outer ring-support structure. Inside would be buried some famous ancient person (warrior, etc.) along with his family (if necessary they'd kill the wife so she could be buried with her husband), his property, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8uuyeQBtI/AAAAAAAABEM/9JMrMO9aLBA/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+160a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8uuyeQBtI/AAAAAAAABEM/9JMrMO9aLBA/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+160a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111355483446314706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me next to a couple of these rocks. This burial mound was 0.5 km in length and 11.5 m high! Archeologists suddenly became interested in excavating it in the 1950s, when a local resident accidentally found gold here. Total they found 277 kg of gold in this burial mound -- so the warrior here must have been quite the VIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8u3CeQBuI/AAAAAAAABEU/Ush3LlRSuoc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+162a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8u3CeQBuI/AAAAAAAABEU/Ush3LlRSuoc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+162a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111355625180235490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This mound in the foreground is what an unexcavated burial mound looks like. We saw hundreds of these throughout Khakasiya. Ancient peoples would build them on the steppe so that they would be visible from a distance. (That's why they had to drag those rocks from so far away -- no big rocks on the steppe, but you can't be building your burial sites on some river bank -- no one will see them there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8uTSeQBrI/AAAAAAAABD8/xQ5WLvdnjDI/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+179a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8uTSeQBrI/AAAAAAAABD8/xQ5WLvdnjDI/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+179a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111355010999912114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cow is chilling at a gas station in southwest Khakasiya. Cows were all over the place. And if they are crossing the road they definitely have the right of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8vByeQBvI/AAAAAAAABEc/OFi2je2Xfu8/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8vByeQBvI/AAAAAAAABEc/OFi2je2Xfu8/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+173a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111355809863829234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11% of the population of Khakasiya is native peoples, and they have their own language. We saw signs in Khakasiya and especially in Tuva in the native language. (Tuva is 77% indigenous people.) Here is the first one of those signs -- the last 3 words are not Russian. Actually I'm not even too clear on what the Russian here is supposed to mean. Literally it appears to say "Wish the people a land of happiness!" but maybe it is supposed to mean "wish the people land and happiness"? Either way it seems nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8vPyeQBwI/AAAAAAAABEk/VctYdZAz12Q/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+182a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8vPyeQBwI/AAAAAAAABEk/VctYdZAz12Q/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+182a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111356050381997826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Southwest Khakasiya is already close to the Altai Republic and is quite mountainous and forested. The roads through the mountains kind of reminded me of the Cascades in Oregon. When we camped out in the mountains in this tent Anya and I learned that late August is NOT summer in the Altai-Sayan Region. It got down to a damp and chilly 35 degrees F, at which point we decided to sleep in the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8vZyeQBxI/AAAAAAAABEs/MqjZ8lGXFX0/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+183a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8vZyeQBxI/AAAAAAAABEs/MqjZ8lGXFX0/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+183a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111356222180689682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are already approaching the border with Tuva. The landscape is already certainly quite different than the flat steppe at the beginning of our trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-7515527180906298888?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/7515527180906298888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=7515527180906298888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/7515527180906298888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/7515527180906298888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/09/lakes-steppe-and-siberian-stonehenge.html' title='Lakes, Steppe and Siberian Stonehenge: Khakasiya (Aug 21-23)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8s5CeQBjI/AAAAAAAABC8/Axej2gU4Pn0/s72-c/Altai-Sayan+Region+170a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-4268329888189105573</id><published>2007-09-07T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:33:21.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camels, Yaks and Yurts: Tuva! (Aug 24-25)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_DSeQB-I/AAAAAAAABGU/lQaQk-5Z-vI/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+191a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 376px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_DSeQB-I/AAAAAAAABGU/lQaQk-5Z-vI/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+191a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111373427819677666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not many people would think of camels and yaks when they think of Russia, but in Russia's Republic of Tuva you can see them. Not that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway Tuva is one of the most mystical places in Russia, a land of nomads, throat singers, shamanism, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuva is on the border with Mongolia. From Khakasiya we headed south and drove across Tuva from its western edge, on the border with Altai, to east. The landscape there was awesome. I have never seen any place like it. Tuva is home to the highest mountain in Siberia and also real, untouched steppe. There are only 300,000 people here, in an area as big as the state of Washington. Here is the sign on the border between Tuva and Khakasiya. Even though it is only a little more than 7000 feet up, at this pass it feels like you are on the top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_QSeQB_I/AAAAAAAABGc/ucnrsJmY7KI/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+193a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_QSeQB_I/AAAAAAAABGc/ucnrsJmY7KI/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+193a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111373651157977074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking back toward Khakasiya from Tuva. The red color of the grass is a sign that it is already fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_ayeQCAI/AAAAAAAABGk/NORv7PopSmk/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+194a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_ayeQCAI/AAAAAAAABGk/NORv7PopSmk/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+194a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111373831546603522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me next to an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oba. &lt;/span&gt;People will start to build these in high places. You should add a rock on top if you wish to have good fortunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_kCeQCBI/AAAAAAAABGs/5zEjRvVkj80/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+206a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_kCeQCBI/AAAAAAAABGs/5zEjRvVkj80/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+206a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111373990460393490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yurts in the foothills. Yurts were the traditional housing for nomadic Tuvan cattle herders. They can have from 8 to 16 wooden walls and are covered with a thick cloth. They are the ideal nomads' residence -- they can be assembled and dissembled in just an hour! In the early 1950s the Tuvan people officially became "settled," that is, no longer nomadic, but a small percent of Tuvans today still lead the traditional nomadic lifestyle that they had led for over 2000 years. Another nomadic Tuvan dwelling resembles an American Indian's teepee, and was traditionally used by reindeer herders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_vSeQCCI/AAAAAAAABG0/nopSOIHOmHA/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+217a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_vSeQCCI/AAAAAAAABG0/nopSOIHOmHA/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+217a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111374183733921826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amazing scenic lookout. It looked like another planet. Tuva has been a part of Russia since 1944. Before then it had quite the mixed history and was settled by by European, Turkish, Mongolian and Chinese tribes, and was part of the Mongolian and Chinese empires. The Tuvan language is a Turkish language, and they also adopted the traditional nomadic lifestyle (including the yurt) from the Turks over 2000 years ago. Today 77% of the population of Tuva is native, and 22% is Russian. Tuvans actually call Tuva "Tyva," which is the official name for the republic, but Russians say "Tuva" because "Tyva" is hard for them to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_6CeQCDI/AAAAAAAABG8/L3zkqxc_v7Q/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+216a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_6CeQCDI/AAAAAAAABG8/L3zkqxc_v7Q/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+216a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111374368417515570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Anya at the amazing scenic lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9ADieQCEI/AAAAAAAABHE/vn_3ynCecXc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+223a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9ADieQCEI/AAAAAAAABHE/vn_3ynCecXc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+223a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111374531626272834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture pretty much sums up our guide, Ilya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9ARCeQCFI/AAAAAAAABHM/HB1FUbi9MAs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+230a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9ARCeQCFI/AAAAAAAABHM/HB1FUbi9MAs/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+230a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111374763554506834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big sign heading into the town of Ak-Dovurak, home to a big asbetos mine.  Big signs were popular in Tuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9AayeQCGI/AAAAAAAABHU/WchBRE_zn2k/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+258a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9AayeQCGI/AAAAAAAABHU/WchBRE_zn2k/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+258a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111374931058231394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's another big road sign in Tuva, wishing you a safe journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9AlSeQCHI/AAAAAAAABHc/IqqU3uV3u88/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+252a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9AlSeQCHI/AAAAAAAABHc/IqqU3uV3u88/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+252a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111375111446857842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steppe and mountains. The scenery really was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9D4CeQCUI/AAAAAAAABJE/csamywtI7rI/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+251a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9D4CeQCUI/AAAAAAAABJE/csamywtI7rI/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+251a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111378732104288578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9D_SeQCVI/AAAAAAAABJM/KP7vRIHganA/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+236a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9D_SeQCVI/AAAAAAAABJM/KP7vRIHganA/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+236a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111378856658340178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9BWSeQCLI/AAAAAAAABH8/7QLJMJGDeIg/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+235a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9BWSeQCLI/AAAAAAAABH8/7QLJMJGDeIg/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+235a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111375953260447922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cow crossing. Single-file. They're very well organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9BiyeQCMI/AAAAAAAABIE/imkLbJyQ6Zc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+264a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9BiyeQCMI/AAAAAAAABIE/imkLbJyQ6Zc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+264a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111376168008812738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sacred mountain in Tuva. The Dalai Lama visited here in 1993. Both Buddhism and Shamanism are accepted religions in Tuva. Tuva is considered one of the birthplaces of Shamanism and is home to perhaps the most famous shaman living today, who is considered an authority for the religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9BsCeQCNI/AAAAAAAABIM/uw4ZJ8LQreY/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+259a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9BsCeQCNI/AAAAAAAABIM/uw4ZJ8LQreY/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+259a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111376326922602706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuvans believe that Genghis Khan is buried in this little mountain/hill in the foreground. German archeologists actually wanted to excavate the hill and have a look, but the Tuvans wouldn't let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9B3ieQCOI/AAAAAAAABIU/jFmxzAAXNJc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+267a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9B3ieQCOI/AAAAAAAABIU/jFmxzAAXNJc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+267a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111376524491098338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More scenery. Even though fall is starting in Tuva, it was still about 75 degrees out. In the summer here temperatures easily top 100, while in the winter it can hit 50 below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9CHCeQCPI/AAAAAAAABIc/ZPyrAlSbMzY/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+277a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9CHCeQCPI/AAAAAAAABIc/ZPyrAlSbMzY/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+277a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111376790779070706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the headwaters of the Enisei River. Only here is the Enisei still natural, and it still looks like it has for centuries, because here the river is free of dams. The rest of the river north to the Arctic is home to nearly a dozen very large dams. The Enisei forms at the confluence of the Small and Large Enisei rivers, and at their confluence also stands the city of Kyzyl, the capital of Tuva. Kyzyl was founded in 1914 and means "red" in the Tuvan language. It is home to only 109,000 people. The oldest city in Tuva was founded in 1886. (After all, Tuvans were nomadic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9CUieQCQI/AAAAAAAABIk/70D7cjzB6QU/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+285a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9CUieQCQI/AAAAAAAABIk/70D7cjzB6QU/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+285a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111377022707304706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buddhist temple in Kyzyl. After my visit to China I didn't find it very impressive inside, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9CjCeQCRI/AAAAAAAABIs/PzvxCJy4JtU/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+278a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9CjCeQCRI/AAAAAAAABIs/PzvxCJy4JtU/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+278a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111377271815407890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Beaver Springs outside of Kyzyl. These springs were discovered in the 4th century, which means people have been coming here for over 1500 years.  It is believed that people who wash in these springs will be healthy and strong, and that they will not harm nature (neither kill animals nor pick a single flower). Beavers would also come here in the winter. Now there are some signs of modernity here: there are a number of different springs and for each one a post-it note indicates what diseases the waters will help protect you from. This spring above one is helpful against headaches. We saw a few people come and fill up their water bottles here too. The water tastes really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9CuyeQCSI/AAAAAAAABI0/FlyApC2XGuM/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+286a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9CuyeQCSI/AAAAAAAABI0/FlyApC2XGuM/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+286a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111377473678870818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyzyl is the geographic center of Asia! Wow! So now I have been there, too. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9C2yeQCTI/AAAAAAAABI8/bMUO6HW9IuY/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+304a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9C2yeQCTI/AAAAAAAABI8/bMUO6HW9IuY/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+304a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111377611117824306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good-bye, Tuva. This is the sign on the border with the Krasnoyarsk Region.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-4268329888189105573?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/4268329888189105573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=4268329888189105573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/4268329888189105573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/4268329888189105573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/09/camels-yaks-and-yurts-tuva-aug-24-25.html' title='Camels, Yaks and Yurts: Tuva! (Aug 24-25)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru8_DSeQB-I/AAAAAAAABGU/lQaQk-5Z-vI/s72-c/Altai-Sayan+Region+191a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-2363377472992874034</id><published>2007-09-05T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:51:53.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ergaki: Artists' Pass and a Stone City (Aug 26-27)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru94-yeQCWI/AAAAAAAABJU/chpeVGSS5Pg/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+425a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru94-yeQCWI/AAAAAAAABJU/chpeVGSS5Pg/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+425a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111437122184677730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Tuva we traveled to Ergaki Park in the Krasnoyarsk Region, where we spent had gorgeous weather for two great days of hiking and interacting with the park's staff. Ergaki is located in the Sayan Mountains, named for an ancient tribe that lived in the area, the Sayans. The word "ergaki" means "fingers" and refers to the way the cliffs in the area stick up out of the mountains. The park is pretty popular and gets about 80,000 tourists (mostly hikers and skiers) each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first photo above is of the "Sleeping Sayan." If you look at this mountain cliff right you will see the Sayan's face in profile on the left side, then his arms crossed over his chest and then his feet on the right side; he is lying down as if looking toward the sky. As you might imagine, there are many legends about the Sayan people at Ergaki. The Sleeping Sayan is the guardian and protector of nature in these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru96HSeQCXI/AAAAAAAABJc/urHuh5JaNrs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+305a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru96HSeQCXI/AAAAAAAABJc/urHuh5JaNrs/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+305a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111438367725193586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rainbow followed us into Ergaki -- a sign of great weather to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru96OyeQCYI/AAAAAAAABJk/XeUG_ONBfP4/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+378a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru96OyeQCYI/AAAAAAAABJk/XeUG_ONBfP4/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+378a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111438496574212482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed on the second floor of this visitors' center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru96hyeQCbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ALuav-YsJ5Y/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+379a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru96hyeQCbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ALuav-YsJ5Y/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+379a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111438822991727026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sign on the road advertising the Ergaki visitors' center and park, amenities. Although in the U.S. we think of such signs as standard, it is very rare to see them for parks in Russia. (And it certainly makes a nice impression when you do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru96uieQCcI/AAAAAAAABJ8/yxdaw1R3HIY/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+356a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru96uieQCcI/AAAAAAAABJ8/yxdaw1R3HIY/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+356a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111439042035059138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artists' Pass Hike&lt;br /&gt;This picture above is the Artists' Pass (перевал художников). On our first day in Ergaki we hiked to here -- a combination of hiking and rock climbing. The weather and the views were spectacular. It is about a 20 km hike round-trip, and unfortunately the first third of the trail was rather wet and muddy, so we did this hike in rubber boots. This makes for very sore feet at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9_XieQCdI/AAAAAAAABKE/ebL5jagRbmM/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+311a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9_XieQCdI/AAAAAAAABKE/ebL5jagRbmM/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+311a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111444144456206802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Anya at the beginning of the Artists' Pass hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9_8CeQCeI/AAAAAAAABKM/Ud7hVe0pt7s/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+319a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru9_8CeQCeI/AAAAAAAABKM/Ud7hVe0pt7s/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+319a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111444771521432034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-CKSeQCfI/AAAAAAAABKU/XRU6v86VXcI/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+371a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-CKSeQCfI/AAAAAAAABKU/XRU6v86VXcI/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+371a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111447215357823474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Views and scenery at the beginning of the Artists' Pass trail. You can tell by the colors that it's fall already at the end of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-CWyeQCgI/AAAAAAAABKc/DnKsP84wwRY/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+316a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-CWyeQCgI/AAAAAAAABKc/DnKsP84wwRY/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+316a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111447430106188290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wild blueberry picking. There were lots of them and they were yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-ClieQChI/AAAAAAAABKk/4u8DBO1AxjA/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+323a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-ClieQChI/AAAAAAAABKk/4u8DBO1AxjA/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+323a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111447683509258770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cliff in the background is called the "Nut." It is actually quite far away in this picture, and people scale all the way up to the top of it (with climbing equipment, of course). Ergaki is very popular with climbers and there are some very challenging peaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-C4yeQCiI/AAAAAAAABKs/qrX2AEwO7Yw/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+324a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-C4yeQCiI/AAAAAAAABKs/qrX2AEwO7Yw/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+324a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111448014221740578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at Buibinskoye Lake. From here we hiked uphill to the left of the lake and then right along the ridge of the cliff you see in the background behind the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DCyeQCjI/AAAAAAAABK0/2mWY3sazg50/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+333a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DCyeQCjI/AAAAAAAABK0/2mWY3sazg50/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+333a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111448186020432434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am standing under the Hanging Rock, a famous spot in Ergaki, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DKieQCkI/AAAAAAAABK8/Hf67rk5hEsc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+334a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DKieQCkI/AAAAAAAABK8/Hf67rk5hEsc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+334a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111448319164418626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging Rock from a little farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DVSeQClI/AAAAAAAABLE/dgCzNfHjJ0M/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+332a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DVSeQClI/AAAAAAAABLE/dgCzNfHjJ0M/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+332a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111448503848012370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rainbow Lake, looking down from the cliff near the Hanging Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DcieQCmI/AAAAAAAABLM/PpMCnpRX5HE/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+336a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DcieQCmI/AAAAAAAABLM/PpMCnpRX5HE/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+336a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111448628402063970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view of the cliff, the hanging rock (right side) and the mountains beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DoCeQCnI/AAAAAAAABLU/0knZonKaf08/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+340a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DoCeQCnI/AAAAAAAABLU/0knZonKaf08/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+340a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111448825970559602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DwSeQCoI/AAAAAAAABLc/dLZb0SdXtD0/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+345a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-DwSeQCoI/AAAAAAAABLc/dLZb0SdXtD0/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+345a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111448967704480386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tatyana is wondering when we will stop taking pictures of views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-D7CeQCpI/AAAAAAAABLk/lmTg5g3HtTs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+344a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-D7CeQCpI/AAAAAAAABLk/lmTg5g3HtTs/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+344a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111449152388074130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not yet! Mountain lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-EKieQCqI/AAAAAAAABLs/NQ087QpU-KA/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+343a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-EKieQCqI/AAAAAAAABLs/NQ087QpU-KA/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+343a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111449418676046498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were lucky to be hiking with two boys who helped us when it really did become rather impossible scaling the rocks over the ridges. (Of course, if it weren't for the boys we would not have chosen such a crazy route with no climbing gear in the first place, but I suppose that's already not the point.) Here Ilya is going to catch Anya when she jumps down from this rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-ETCeQCrI/AAAAAAAABL0/EO9955pwWgU/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+347a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-ETCeQCrI/AAAAAAAABL0/EO9955pwWgU/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+347a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111449564704934578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anya is doubting whether this was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-EcCeQCsI/AAAAAAAABL8/XGrQhzb_5uc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+350a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-EcCeQCsI/AAAAAAAABL8/XGrQhzb_5uc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+350a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111449719323757250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scaling the mountainside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-EnSeQCtI/AAAAAAAABME/dN2tE4TVaZo/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+348b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-EnSeQCtI/AAAAAAAABME/dN2tE4TVaZo/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+348b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111449912597285586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trail reappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-EyCeQCuI/AAAAAAAABMM/3I_zF0WQ01E/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+355a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-EyCeQCuI/AAAAAAAABMM/3I_zF0WQ01E/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+355a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111450097280879330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool cliffs near the Artists' Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FAieQCvI/AAAAAAAABMU/qbPS7OFfxLw/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+349a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FAieQCvI/AAAAAAAABMU/qbPS7OFfxLw/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+349a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111450346388982514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view from near the Artists' Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FGieQCwI/AAAAAAAABMc/UJIILfjwsTs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+357a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FGieQCwI/AAAAAAAABMc/UJIILfjwsTs/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+357a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111450449468197634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with Buibinskoye Lake below and mountains in the background. We were 1800 meters up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FVieQCyI/AAAAAAAABMs/kab17_0osCM/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+360a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FVieQCyI/AAAAAAAABMs/kab17_0osCM/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+360a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111450707166235426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More cool rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FOieQCxI/AAAAAAAABMk/GNdIUugztqo/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+346a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FOieQCxI/AAAAAAAABMk/GNdIUugztqo/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+346a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111450586907151122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of Buinbinskoye Lake from above. Anya actually went swimming in this frigid pool! The water temperature was probably only about 50 degrees F. Oh Siberians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FfSeQCzI/AAAAAAAABM0/rmexJg4QmS0/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+369a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-FfSeQCzI/AAAAAAAABM0/rmexJg4QmS0/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+369a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111450874669959986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way back from the Artists' Pass we passed this miniature rock city that some tourists must have built before us. (It kind of reminded me of the rock sculptures in the river at Zion National Park.) This was pretty cool but nothing compared to the natural stone city we saw &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-IBieQC0I/AAAAAAAABM8/LgEUvDEqrhg/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+384a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 332px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-IBieQC0I/AAAAAAAABM8/LgEUvDEqrhg/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+384a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111453662103735106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on our next day's hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our second day in Ergaki we scrambled over rocks in the "Stone City." There are amazing rock columns here, and, of course, many legends, as the scientific explanation for how these huge rock pilesgot here is not completely satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legends tell about a stone city built by the ancient Sayan peoples who lived in this area. In this first picture the huge rocks sticking out of the mountainside almost look like they form the wall of a giant's fortress built along a mountain ridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-IIyeQC1I/AAAAAAAABNE/r_mjtvl__A0/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+383a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-IIyeQC1I/AAAAAAAABNE/r_mjtvl__A0/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+383a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111453786657786706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first big rock formation you come to in the stone city -- the lookout tower (сторожевая башня).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RvCOo-Tlr1I/AAAAAAAABO0/hgc6qITdSkE/s1600-h/IMG_2664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RvCOo-Tlr1I/AAAAAAAABO0/hgc6qITdSkE/s400/IMG_2664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111742411636584274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Anya in front of the lookout tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-IbCeQC2I/AAAAAAAABNM/FJu9UtxtgrE/s1600-h/three+warriors+422a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-IbCeQC2I/AAAAAAAABNM/FJu9UtxtgrE/s400/three+warriors+422a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111454100190399330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the three warriors protecting their stone city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-ImieQC3I/AAAAAAAABNU/f4vA5_C6WpM/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+387a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-ImieQC3I/AAAAAAAABNU/f4vA5_C6WpM/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+387a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111454297758894962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Anya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-ItSeQC4I/AAAAAAAABNc/jL87SlAkVnc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+382a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-ItSeQC4I/AAAAAAAABNc/jL87SlAkVnc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+382a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111454413723011970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-I4CeQC5I/AAAAAAAABNk/lBAvQHp2Pk0/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+415a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-I4CeQC5I/AAAAAAAABNk/lBAvQHp2Pk0/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+415a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111454598406605714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More huge stacks of rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-I_yeQC6I/AAAAAAAABNs/442-fqjSnYM/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+401a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-I_yeQC6I/AAAAAAAABNs/442-fqjSnYM/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+401a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111454731550591906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the horse or knight of one of the Sayan princes, in profile. His nose is touching the neighboring rock to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-JhyeQC-I/AAAAAAAABOM/X-7gpWFRhCs/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+416a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-JhyeQC-I/AAAAAAAABOM/X-7gpWFRhCs/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+416a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111455315666144226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-JbSeQC9I/AAAAAAAABOE/c5KrL-UmEgc/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+412a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-JbSeQC9I/AAAAAAAABOE/c5KrL-UmEgc/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+412a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111455203996994514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the trail (we only went about 6 km round-trip today) we decided to climb some rocks. We ended getting up very high. Here is our group up top from below. I have no idea now how we got up there. Apparently we weren't looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-JoCeQC_I/AAAAAAAABOU/Zc4vlfHRqJg/s1600-h/Altai-Sayan+Region+411a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru-JoCeQC_I/AAAAAAAABOU/Zc4vlfHRqJg/s400/Altai-Sayan+Region+411a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111455423040326642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here I am from the top of those rocks. What an amazing trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-2363377472992874034?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/2363377472992874034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=2363377472992874034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/2363377472992874034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/2363377472992874034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/09/ergaki-artists-pass-and-stone-city-aug.html' title='Ergaki: Artists&apos; Pass and a Stone City (Aug 26-27)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Ru94-yeQCWI/AAAAAAAABJU/chpeVGSS5Pg/s72-c/Altai-Sayan+Region+425a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-7317470897693935554</id><published>2007-08-13T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:46:54.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazovsky Zapovednik, Petrov Island (July 30 – August 8, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsALjhNICpI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/btIZJewr3U0/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+039a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsALjhNICpI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/btIZJewr3U0/s400/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+039a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098087483020151442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;From July 30 to August 8 I had the amazing opportunity to live at Lazovsky Zapovednik (i.e., lazovsky nature reserve)’s Petrov Island ranger station in order to learn about how the reserve conducts environmental education work with summer visitors, and to help out at and learn about an environmental education camp for kids that the reserve hosts every year (Aug 6-8) . The ranger station is located across the bay from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. (The bay is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is all of 700 m from the shore.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is one of two islands that are protected in Lazovsky Zapovednik. (The other protected island, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;Beltsov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, is just a few dozens meters from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is a fascinating place both ecologically (here there is still untouched forest – this is what the taiga forests in the Russian Far East once looked like) and archeologically (ancient peoples lived on the island from 6000 BC to about 1200 AD.) Moreover, Petrov Island is a truly legendary place, almost mythical in meaning(like Lake Baikal) for the zapovednik staff and for many people who have visited there – when you are on the island, you feel like you are in another world. It is a very special feeling, a connection with nature that you can’t quite put into words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture (above) is &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; from the ranger station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAHTBNICTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/EdZCjBX0X1k/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+025a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAHTBNICTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/EdZCjBX0X1k/s400/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+025a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098082801505798450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Above is a picture of nearby &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Beltsov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the summer the environmental education department of Lazovsky Zapovednik gives two-hour tours of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on an environmental trail. Only 3000 visitors are allowed on the island each year, in order that the ecosystems of the island are not permanently harmed. Lazovsky also takes tourists on a hike from the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; ranger station to a nearby bay, &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peschanaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; (“&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sandy&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;” in translation), or Peschanka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAHlRNICUI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7PNG9ptE33k/s1600-h/kordon+stolovaya+and+domiki+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAHlRNICUI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7PNG9ptE33k/s400/kordon+stolovaya+and+domiki+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098083115038411074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This year 2 staff from the environmental education department, Sveta and Olya, as well as one of the reserve’s rangers, Nadya, are working as tour guides on Petrov Island and for the Peschanaya Bay hike. I was very lucky to get to go on tours of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with all three of them – they all have a different style, but they are all incredibly professional. (See more about &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in separate post.) At the ranger station there are also always (year-round) 2 reserve rangers, plus in the summer the head of the environmental education department, Galina Aleksandrovna, and two cooks, who cook for visitors, also live there. There are 5 4-person cabins at the ranger station that visitors can reserve in the summer (they are all booked usually more than 6 months in advance), and there are also a few places where the reserve allows a limited number of visitors to pitch tents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Above is a picture of the cabins and kitchen/dining area at the ranger station. This is the only spot in Lazovsky Zapovednik that has former facilities for visitors. Zapovedniks are not for tourists – &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has national parks for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAHxBNICVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/1Fb-8JYeGYw/s1600-h/zapovednik+staff+kordon+Petrova+204a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAHxBNICVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/1Fb-8JYeGYw/s400/zapovednik+staff+kordon+Petrova+204a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098083316901874002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here is a picture of some of the staff at the Petrov Island ranger station: Denis (driver; also in charge of the banya (Russian bath and sauna)), Olya (environmental education specialist), Olya (cook), Tyoma (part-time student hire for the summer – chops wood and delivers water and wood to visitors in cabins), Galina Aleksandrovna, Nadya (cook), Nadya (ranger), Katya (Nadya the cook’s daughter).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAH7hNICWI/AAAAAAAAAx4/DvqDk7gJe4k/s1600-h/kordon+ostrova+Petrova+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAH7hNICWI/AAAAAAAAAx4/DvqDk7gJe4k/s400/kordon+ostrova+Petrova+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098083497290500450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIDxNICXI/AAAAAAAAAyA/0Q0WUsTUwxM/s1600-h/kordon+and+zapovednik+flag+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIDxNICXI/AAAAAAAAAyA/0Q0WUsTUwxM/s400/kordon+and+zapovednik+flag+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098083639024421234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Above are two pictures of the main house at the ranger station. I lived in this house together with Olya, Olya, Denis, Nadya and Sveta. The flag flying in the front is the Lazovsky Zapovednik flag – pretty cool that the reserve has its own flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIOhNICYI/AAAAAAAAAyI/p3QkuZG7vPY/s1600-h/me_nadya+making+pirozhki+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIOhNICYI/AAAAAAAAAyI/p3QkuZG7vPY/s400/me_nadya+making+pirozhki+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098083823708014978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While I was at the ranger station it rained a lot. We had sunny weather only 3 days – but when it was sunny, it was beautiful. I had an amazing trip despite the rain. I have had a chance to really get to know the staff at Lazovsky, and we had a good time together. I hope that they will remain a part of my life in the future. In the picture above Nadya and I are making pirozhki (filled pastries – with meat, cabbage, fruit – you name it) on a rainy day. The zapovednik sells these pirozhki to visitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIZxNICZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LiGm3cMGAUU/s1600-h/sun+tent+olya+andrei+volodya+tyoma+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIZxNICZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LiGm3cMGAUU/s400/sun+tent+olya+andrei+volodya+tyoma+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098084016981543314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On the warm sunny days the zapovednik staff put up a tent to hang out under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIjRNICaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Q56fp2MSIf0/s1600-h/dima+and+olya+shashliki+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIjRNICaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Q56fp2MSIf0/s400/dima+and+olya+shashliki+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098084180190300578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here Dima, the deputy director of Lazovsky Zapovednik, is making shashliki (like Russian shish-kebabs) and talking with Olya. Dima came out to the ranger station to relax for one night – but his cell phone still rang constantly with calls from the reserve’s main office! In general everyone at the ranger station is very, very busy. They do not have weekends in the summer, of course – in fact on Saturdays and Sundays they have the most visitors. If the weather is good, they will give tours all day long. The reserve’s main office is also very busy – when I arrived to the office at 11 pm on a Sunday night, the reserve director opened the door for me – he was at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAI2xNICcI/AAAAAAAAAyo/dRlYKcx-5W8/s1600-h/sheets+drying+at+kordon+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAI2xNICcI/AAAAAAAAAyo/dRlYKcx-5W8/s400/sheets+drying+at+kordon+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098084515197749698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIthNICbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/UJzSF2RJXVE/s1600-h/laundry+and+banya+at+kordon+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAIthNICbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/UJzSF2RJXVE/s400/laundry+and+banya+at+kordon+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098084356283959730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJIBNICdI/AAAAAAAAAyw/7vmqMEXdaRo/s1600-h/olya+and+nadya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJIBNICdI/AAAAAAAAAyw/7vmqMEXdaRo/s400/olya+and+nadya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098084811550493138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not only do Nadya and Olya work as tour guides, but they also do all the various housework at the ranger station. This means washing the sheets when visitors leave the cabins, cleaning the cabins, cleaning the toilets, etc. It was amazing to me that two specialists (Olya – education; Nadya – environmental law/inspection) also do all of this work. It is a lot of work! They let me help them out some when I was there. Here are some sheets drying in the breeze in front of the banya, and Olya and Nadya taking a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJTBNICeI/AAAAAAAAAy4/NCZA07j8Gls/s1600-h/start+of+zapovednik_no+entrance+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJTBNICeI/AAAAAAAAAy4/NCZA07j8Gls/s400/start+of+zapovednik_no+entrance+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098085000529054178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is a view of the coast looking south toward Peschanaya Bay, and the sign informs visitors that the reserve starts here and it is against the law to cross the reserve boundary. It is impossible to miss this sign. Nonetheless, in the 10 days I was there 4 visitors crossed this boundary and started wandering up the coast! Nadya caught them all before they traveled too far. According to the law, they will have to pay about a $40 fine, although it is possible the reserve director will waive the fee after he has a meeting with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJbhNICfI/AAAAAAAAAzA/AMGat1pxE6w/s1600-h/cormorant+drying+wings+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJbhNICfI/AAAAAAAAAzA/AMGat1pxE6w/s400/cormorant+drying+wings+b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098085146557942258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I saw a LOT of cormorants on &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peschanaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Here one cormorant is drying his wings after a swim. (Cormorants always have to dry their wings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJmRNICgI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1awsg_DcXzE/s1600-h/kuliki+sandpipers+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJmRNICgI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1awsg_DcXzE/s400/kuliki+sandpipers+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098085331241536002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here are some sandpipers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJxxNIChI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ydKBOSb8Hbc/s1600-h/Olenevod+tour+base+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJxxNIChI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ydKBOSb8Hbc/s400/Olenevod+tour+base+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098085528810031634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is the bay next to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, just north. This area is no longer territory of the zapovednik. Here there is a regular tourist site, called Olenevod, with a number of cabins for tourists. Here the number of visitors is not limited. (It is very strictly limited at the reserve’s Petrov ranger station.) Tourists from Olenevod frequently come over to the Petrov ranger station to ask if they can take a tour of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and if they can get a group together, then the zapovednik will usually give them a tour. A tour of Petrov Island costs about $12/person, and as a rule no more than 10 people are allowed in a group, so that they can hear everything the tour guide is saying and so that the tour guide can be sure not to lose anyone, that all members of the group are following the rules (not going off the trail and trampling plants, etc.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJ7hNICiI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XPzF0rKSjgs/s1600-h/morskaya+kapusta+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAJ7hNICiI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XPzF0rKSjgs/s400/morskaya+kapusta+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098085696313756194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is a picture of some seaweed that has washed up on the coast. In Russian it is called “morskaya kapusta” (sea kale or sea cabbage), and it is very popular in salads. They harvest it when it is still green, though – not when it is this color!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Below are some more pretty pictures of Petrov and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Beltsov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Islands&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and the coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsALDhNICoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/pMwdTuYzXQ8/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+120a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsALDhNICoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/pMwdTuYzXQ8/s400/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+120a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098086933264337538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAK8BNICnI/AAAAAAAAA0A/-tvVhGhGnhg/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Petrov+Bay+007a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAK8BNICnI/AAAAAAAAA0A/-tvVhGhGnhg/s400/Lazovsky+Petrov+Bay+007a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098086804415318642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAKQhNICjI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9ZFSX4kDkOM/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+027+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAKQhNICjI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9ZFSX4kDkOM/s400/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+027+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098086057091009074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAKWBNICkI/AAAAAAAAAzo/snuBY9pOUdg/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAKWBNICkI/AAAAAAAAAzo/snuBY9pOUdg/s400/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+012a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098086151580289602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAKeRNIClI/AAAAAAAAAzw/WMm6_SIGEG8/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+119a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAKeRNIClI/AAAAAAAAAzw/WMm6_SIGEG8/s400/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+119a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098086293314210386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAKzxNICmI/AAAAAAAAAz4/68YzgH62yBk/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+049a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAKzxNICmI/AAAAAAAAAz4/68YzgH62yBk/s400/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+049a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098086662681397858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This was my third trip to the Lazo District and its capital, Lazo (the zapovednik office is in Lazo; I came to the Lazo District also in April and May), and all of my trips have been connected with Lazovsky Zapovednik. I love it there. I’ve met a lot of great people in Lazo, and I am amazed how many people at the zapovednik know me and know my name – even though I don’t know all of them that well, and sometimes it takes me a second to remember their names. When I get on the bus to leave Vladivostok for Lazo, even though I know I have a bumpy, spine-jarring 5 ½ hour ride ahead of me, I get this really happy feeling inside. I can’t help smiling, and if almost feels like I am going to a second home away from home. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can read on for more about my time in the reserve this July and August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-7317470897693935554?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/7317470897693935554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=7317470897693935554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/7317470897693935554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/7317470897693935554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazovsky-zapovednik-petrov-island-july.html' title='Lazovsky Zapovednik, Petrov Island (July 30 – August 8, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsALjhNICpI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/btIZJewr3U0/s72-c/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+039a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-8453574730837858991</id><published>2007-08-12T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:46:21.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrov Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBgXBNIDxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/R0EG1FJ0uto/s1600-h/Petrov+Island+sign+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBgXBNIDxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/R0EG1FJ0uto/s400/Petrov+Island+sign+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098180726760148754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;I had read a lot about Lazovsky Zapovednik and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; before coming on this trip. Due to the weather I had to wait 5 days for my first trip to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, until August 4. Because of all the reading I’d already done I was waiting with great anticipation to set foot on an island that has occupied so many imaginations. I had high expectations! And when I finally got to go, my expectations were more than exceeded. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is an amazing place, where you really can feel nature. It seems like a completely different world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is exceptional from the ecological standpoint (here there is virgin forest that has never been logged, and there are 396 species of plants on this tiny 36 hectare piece of land) and from the archeological standpoint (5 different cultures lived here between 6000 BC and 1200 AD). However, more than that, this is a place that, it seems, cannot be completely explained by science, and legends and fairy tales about the island abound.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are there, you begin to believe them – you want to believe them – and for you they become a part of the island and how you imagine it. As one archeologist who I met on this trip told me, “People create fairy tales about the places that they treasure” (&lt;span lang="RU"&gt;«Люди наделывают сказки местам, которыми они дорожат».)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBWNxNIDHI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wqMM92LqTL4/s1600-h/tourists+wait+on+shore+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBWNxNIDHI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wqMM92LqTL4/s400/tourists+wait+on+shore+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098169572730080370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RU"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In the pictures above are the sign for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, noting that this is a nature reserve and unsupervised visitation is not allowed, and there a group of tourists waiting on shore to go to the island. Below a group of tourists is arriving to the island. I went with these tourists on my first tour of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, with Olya as our tour guide. What with the foggy weather and all my anticipation of visiting here, along with Olya as a guide (Olya tells many fairy tales about the island very well), on my first trip &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; truly seemed mystical and other-worldly to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBWpBNIDII/AAAAAAAAA4I/583Y49-KbHI/s1600-h/tourists+arrive+to+Petrov+Island+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBWpBNIDII/AAAAAAAAA4I/583Y49-KbHI/s400/tourists+arrive+to+Petrov+Island+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098170040881515650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I later went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with Nadya in clearer weather (Nadya’s tour reminded me of how a Forest Service or National Park Service ranger would give a good tour), and then with Sveta during the kids’ camp. Olya, Nadya and Sveta are all very impressive tour guides, and below is what I learned about &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; from all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBW2xNIDJI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/GvvDFo-2vjw/s1600-h/tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBW2xNIDJI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/GvvDFo-2vjw/s400/tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098170277104716946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This picture is at the entrance to the yew tree grove, what &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is most famous for. When you start the tour your guide has everyone stand single file, close their eyes, put their hand on the shoulder of the person in front of them and bend down. Then the guide leads everyone into the yew tree grove and tells them they can open their eyes now. They do this especially to sharpen your impressions, and it works. You feel like you are in another world when you enter this yew tree grove. The air is different. (On a warm day, it is also much cooler.) You feel like there is a completely different energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBXGRNIDKI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/uxMyYOveEFE/s1600-h/red+wood_tis+krasnoye+derevo+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBXGRNIDKI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/uxMyYOveEFE/s400/red+wood_tis+krasnoye+derevo+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098170543392689314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are 8 total species of yew trees, and the species found in the Russian Far East is the Japanese yew tree (&lt;span lang="RU"&gt;тис остроконечный). &lt;/span&gt;It is also known as the “red tree” due to its very red wood, as you can see in the picture above. (This tree branch was broken in a storm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBXURNIDLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/knZL0mAVWWM/s1600-h/hollow+alive+yew+tree+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBXURNIDLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/knZL0mAVWWM/s400/hollow+alive+yew+tree+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098170783910857906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yew tree wood is not only red but also very durable; it doesn’t rot. Above is a yew tree that is completely hollow inside (you can test it by dropping a pinecone in one of the holes at the top – it will come out at the bottom) – but is still alive. Yew trees used to be very common in the forests of Primorye and the Russian Far East, but now you can only find individual trees here and there, and yew trees are officially listed as a rare species. There are only 10 such “groves” of yew trees left in Primorye like the grove on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The yew tree grove here is the only such grove found on an island. Yew trees are also found in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. There used to be a lot of them in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, too, but now there are hardly any because the Chinese used to bury people in coffins made of yew tree wood. Moreover, they followed the Russian nested doll principle: richer Chinese would order as many coffins of yew tree wood as they could, and they would be buried inside multiple coffins, one inside the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBXgxNIDMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/AikTIGj857c/s1600-h/tisovaya+roshcha+Petrov+Island+181+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBXgxNIDMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/AikTIGj857c/s400/tisovaya+roshcha+Petrov+Island+181+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098170998659222722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yew trees have quite the crowns, and their tops let through very little light. That’s the reason there is almost no undergrowth in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s yew tree grove. Yew trees love the shade, but they need plenty of moisture. The way the trees’ branches grow together in the island’s yew tree grove is also really something. The shapes are amazing. Yew trees are the only coniferous trees that don’t have resin in their wood or bark. Yew trees are also poisonous: everything (bark, wood, needles) except their berries contains a weak poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBXyhNIDNI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dC4aGJVjav0/s1600-h/tisovaya+roshcha+Petrov+Island+068a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBXyhNIDNI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dC4aGJVjav0/s400/tisovaya+roshcha+Petrov+Island+068a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098171303601900754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yew trees grow very slowly, and a 30-year-old tree will only be about 3-4 feet high. Yew trees only bear fruit after about 100 years! The yew trees in the grove on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; are about 800 years old, and the largest yew tree on the island is about 55 feet high with a diameter of about 20 inches. In fact, the yew tree grove on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; starting growing at about the same time people stopped living the island. When ancient peoples lived on the island from 6000 BC – 1200 AD, there was probably very little vegetation here. And although the trees growing in the yew tree grove seem to grow in rows, as if people had planted them, that is not the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBX9hNIDOI/AAAAAAAAA44/tPTXLoc8FQY/s1600-h/yew+tree+in+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBX9hNIDOI/AAAAAAAAA44/tPTXLoc8FQY/s400/yew+tree+in+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098171492580461794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fact the yew trees starting growing up around the remains of the dwellings of ancient peoples. Archeologists have found the remains of 23 dwellings in the yew tree grove, and a total of 100 dwellings on the whole island. In the picture above it looks like someone placed stones around this yew tree. In fact those stones are the remains of an ancient house! Archeologists think that the seeds for the tree fell into an ancient chimney that had since collapsed, and the tree is growing out of that chimney. Moreover, the trail that visitors walk along through the yew tree grove was not created by cutting down trees and clearing a path – it already existed. It’s possible that the trail was actually an ancient street from when people used to live here hundreds of years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBYKBNIDPI/AAAAAAAAA5A/XEoS1R4wgDM/s1600-h/kamennyi+val+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBYKBNIDPI/AAAAAAAAA5A/XEoS1R4wgDM/s400/kamennyi+val+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098171707328826610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This picture is not a bunch of rocks; it is the remains of the wall of an ancient fortress. The wall doesn’t go all the way around the island, but rather just at the lower elevations on the northern end, since the island’s sharp, high rocky slopes (cliffs, really) provide protection on all other sides. The highest point on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is 113.7 meters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBYUxNIDQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Jk-YG4gdJ_o/s1600-h/kosa+connecting+petrov+to+mainland+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBYUxNIDQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Jk-YG4gdJ_o/s400/kosa+connecting+petrov+to+mainland+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098171892012420354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to ancient cultures: a total of 5 cultures lived on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;span lang="RU"&gt;(неолит, янковская культура, кроуновская, бохайское государство, империя чжурчжений)&lt;/span&gt;. The main part of the populace would have lived on shore, but if there were about 100 dwellings on the island, then about 400 people could have lived here. They were probably the political and religious elite – the elect. They could walk from the mainland to the island across a sandbar. The place where this sandbar was is pictured above – now you can just see some rocks and waves here. But as little as 100 years ago people could cross to the island over this sandbar, getting wet only up to their knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBYfRNIDRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WvxkGYbG5Uo/s1600-h/knobs+on+lipa+tisovaya+roscha+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBYfRNIDRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WvxkGYbG5Uo/s400/knobs+on+lipa+tisovaya+roscha+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098172072401046802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The yew tree grove is home to other trees besides just yews. Here is a linden tree with huge knobs on it. The knobs are a sign of some kind of disease, and on the mainland a tree with these kinds of knobs would certainly not live long. Yet this linden continues to grow on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and nobody really knows why. There are theories that perhaps the yew trees play a role, and there is an idea that yew trees and linden trees complement each other, like yin and yang, and that linden trees have a female energy, while yew trees are male. Whether or not you accept this, yew trees and linden trees grow next to each other everywhere on Petrov Island, and sometimes it even seems that they are embracing, or that they make an extra effort to be near each other. Scientists can’t explain why this is, because linden trees and yew trees do not grow next to each other on the mainland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBYrxNIDSI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/dwm0kyBlcxc/s1600-h/another+lipa+i+tis+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBYrxNIDSI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/dwm0kyBlcxc/s400/another+lipa+i+tis+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098172287149411618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBY5xNIDTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/y50TVB4BRlo/s1600-h/tis+i+lipa+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBY5xNIDTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/y50TVB4BRlo/s400/tis+i+lipa+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098172527667580210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is another yew tree and linden tree all wrapped up in each other in the yew tree grove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBZGhNIDUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/e7rCfIlMr_8/s1600-h/lipa+and+its+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBZGhNIDUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/e7rCfIlMr_8/s400/lipa+and+its+tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098172746710912322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the lindens in this picture has a yew tree right next to her, but the other linden bent over and grew horizontally all the way across the path to be next to a yew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBZTRNIDVI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Teg5DCl8Tac/s1600-h/welcoming+5+fingered+lipa+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBZTRNIDVI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Teg5DCl8Tac/s400/welcoming+5+fingered+lipa+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098172965754244434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a 5-trunked linden tree at the end of the yew tree grove. There is another 5-trunked linden at the end of the tour of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; – as if one linden tree is welcoming guests at the tour’s start, and the other is waving goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBZiBNIDWI/AAAAAAAAA54/WKW_ZAuxbTQ/s1600-h/tis+i+5+lipas+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBZiBNIDWI/AAAAAAAAA54/WKW_ZAuxbTQ/s400/tis+i+5+lipas+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098173219157314914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the most interesting composition of lindens and a yew tree next to each other on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Here the yew seems to be supporting the linden on its strongest branch (left side of the picture). In fact the two trees have actually grown together – have fused – in this spot. Two different trees truly growing together is rare anyway, but this is almost unheard of – a yew tree is a conifer, and lindens are deciduous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBaARNIDYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RbPc7JjpNTU/s1600-h/tis+i+5+lipas+3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBaARNIDYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RbPc7JjpNTU/s400/tis+i+5+lipas+3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098173738848357762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Another view of the same linden and yew – from this angle it seems like they are dancing!) Of course, there are fairy tales to explain why the linden and yew have grown together this way here. According to one legend, an ancient warrior was returning back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, fighting his way back against enemy troops. His mother was waiting for him on the island. From the island she could already see him fighting his way back, but she realized that he was suffering a defeat, and that she was seeing him for the last time. She asked the gods not to separate them. The gods interpreted her request in their own way, and turned her warrior son into a yew tree, who will forever support his old mother – the linden. The trees of the yew tree grove are the warriors of her son’s army, forever keeping guard over &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In total, in addition to the linden tree that is growing right on the yew tree branch, there are 5 other lindens here. Thus there is another legend about this yew and linden composition. The last, great empire of ancient peoples on the island, who were exceptional warriors (both men and women), were fighting the Mongols. The leader of the ancient tribe realized that they were defeated. He and his son were on the mainland, and he sent his son back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to tell his mother and five sisters the news of defeat, and to give them his last bow. His son traveled back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and from there he and his mother and sisters continued to fight the Mongols. Seriously outnumbered, they gave battle for a long time. Suddenly a Mongol arrow struck all 5 sisters at once. Their mother embraced them, and at the same time she was struck by a spear and also left this world together with her daughters. Her son, left with no other weapons besides his own hands, lifted his mother and sisters up high, so that the Mongols would think they were still alive, and that their empire was still strong and undefeatable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBaRhNIDZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/StaX4lnQ0PY/s1600-h/Polyana+skazok+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBaRhNIDZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/StaX4lnQ0PY/s400/Polyana+skazok+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098174035201101202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is a view of the same linden with the large knobs on it. This spot is called the “fairy-tale clearing,” although I’m not sure why – except that to me, if did feel like one of the most magical, energy-filled spots in the yew tree grove. The twisted vine on the left side of the picture is in fact a vine, not a tree! It is a liana, and it is the second largest liana in the Russian Far East. It is 37 cm in diameter, while most lianas are 5-7 cm across maximum. Below are a couple more views of it. Pretty amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBa2xNIDcI/AAAAAAAAA6o/rW-lxggKkwQ/s1600-h/liana+aktinidiya+from+below+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBa2xNIDcI/AAAAAAAAA6o/rW-lxggKkwQ/s400/liana+aktinidiya+from+below+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098174675151228354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBarRNIDbI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-CQYT-mOopM/s1600-h/liana+tisovaya+roshcha+Petrov+Island+069b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBarRNIDbI/AAAAAAAAA6g/-CQYT-mOopM/s400/liana+tisovaya+roshcha+Petrov+Island+069b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098174477582732722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBadxNIDaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/EYylWHHE76o/s1600-h/probkovoye+derevo+Nadya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBadxNIDaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/EYylWHHE76o/s400/probkovoye+derevo+Nadya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098174245654498722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The tree that Nadya is leaning against in the picture above is called a “cork tree.” Its bark (which feels kind of like cork) is really used to make cork (like for wine bottles, etc.), and actually, if you strip its bark off correctly, it doesn’t harm the tree – the bark will grow back and even be of better quality. There are not many of these trees left now in Primorye, however, because many cork trees were harvested for their timber. Cork trees’ black berries also have medicinal uses, e.g. against colds. The Chinese call this tree the “black pearl.” There is a legend that a Chinese emperor had a favorite pearl, a black pearl. He used to like to take it out in the evening and look at it in the palm of his hand on the shore of the river in the sunset, when it caught the light and made beautiful colors. One day a strong wind blew the pearl away into the river and downstream. Although the emperor’s servants searched for the pearl, they never found it. But downstream a tree grew up, and in the fall it was covered with black berries – black pearls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBbDRNIDdI/AAAAAAAAA6w/G5eJ1VZk4QY/s1600-h/demorfant_tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBbDRNIDdI/AAAAAAAAA6w/G5eJ1VZk4QY/s400/demorfant_tisovaya+roshcha+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098174889899593170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This tree is called “demorfant” in Russian, and I cannot find what it is in English. It is cool because it protects itself against being eaten by deer when it is young – it has little needles on its bark. The needles stay around up to 50 years, and we could still feel them in a couple of places on this tree. (Honestly, I’ve never been a huge botany fan, but I learned so much interesting stuff on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBbPxNIDeI/AAAAAAAAA64/L4xtp9HVu3w/s1600-h/tourists+and+dub+mongolskii+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBbPxNIDeI/AAAAAAAAA64/L4xtp9HVu3w/s400/tourists+and+dub+mongolskii+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098175104647957986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These tourists are standing under a Mongolian oak, which does not grow in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mongolia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, by the way. This tree makes up 60% of Primorye’s forests, mostly because it is very fire-resistant. (Wildfires are a problem here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBcORNIDfI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Qtu_D-dI0-w/s1600-h/drinking+from+first+rodnik+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBcORNIDfI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Qtu_D-dI0-w/s400/drinking+from+first+rodnik+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098176178389782002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is one of the 5 natural springs on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. You can drink the water here and it is really quite delicious, I tried it (despite the fact that minks and squirrels like to go swimming here, as they told us). According to legend women who drink from this spring will be beautiful, young and fertile, and men will be strong. However, you cannot touch the water with your hands and drink from your hands – you must kneel down and drink directly from your lips. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the Chinese historical chronicles there is a story of an island inhabited only by women, where there was a spring like this one. A woman who looked into the spring would give birth to a son in 9 months. (How the island remained a place with only women with all those boys getting born is another question…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBcdBNIDgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/AfC5VyXIxrE/s1600-h/hollows+dupla+are+were+leshii+lives+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBcdBNIDgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/AfC5VyXIxrE/s400/hollows+dupla+are+were+leshii+lives+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098176431792852482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ancient peoples of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; were shamanistic and believed in gods of nature. There is a spirit of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;; his name is Leshii. He lives in the hollows of old trees. If a person wanted to do something on the island like cut down a tree, for example, he should ask permission from Leshii. You can also whisper to Leshii a good wish and ask him to bring you some luck or something pleasant (for example, to see a squirrel or mink on your tour of Petrov Island – on one tour we saw two black squirrels; squirrels came here from the mainland). Below this girl is whispering to Leshii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBcwRNIDhI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/B9vxq9DrKiU/s1600-h/whispering+to+Leshii+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBcwRNIDhI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/B9vxq9DrKiU/s400/whispering+to+Leshii+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098176762505334290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Below is a Korean pine tree. They say that a Korean pine tree will absorb negative energy from you – but not if you touch it as this little girl is touching it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead you should stand with the back of your head, you spine and the backs of your calves touching the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBc5BNIDiI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/HD7T0SNB2hQ/s1600-h/kedr_+korean+pine+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBc5BNIDiI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/HD7T0SNB2hQ/s400/kedr_+korean+pine+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098176912829189666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is a ripe, green Korean pine cone along the cliffs of the coast of Petrov &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBdDxNIDjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/c4hBn2QGgzY/s1600-h/ripe+kedrovye+shishki+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBdDxNIDjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/c4hBn2QGgzY/s400/ripe+kedrovye+shishki+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098177097512783410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And here below are the remains of a ripe pine cone that a squirrel ate. The Korean pine is a very important tree in Primorye’s forests, and its bark, wood and pine cones (nuts) are all used. However, much Korean pine has been logged in the past and continues to be logged (often illegally) today. It grows in virgin forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBdVhNIDkI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zaDMqSJ7wFs/s1600-h/kedrovaya+shishka+eaten+by+squirrel+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBdVhNIDkI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zaDMqSJ7wFs/s400/kedrovaya+shishka+eaten+by+squirrel+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098177402455461442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are 396 species of plants on &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, while there are only about 50 on neighboring &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Beltsov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. There is a fairy tale to explain this, too. When God went to plant trees in the Primorye Region, he had two angel-helpers. One angel was very responsible; he did things as he was told and on time. He got his seeds, counted them out, separated them into packages, and started sprinkling them around, not hurrying and distributing the right amount of seeds in the right places, in the correct proportions. The second angel was not so organized. He was always starting one thing, rushing rushing rushing, and then starting another thing before having finished the first. When he got his seeds he did everything at the last minute, as usual. The last place the two angels got to were Petrov and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Beltsov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Islands&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The first, responsible angel went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Beltsov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; – he had just the right amount of seeds left for a place that size. The second, last-minute angel got &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. And because he did everything at the last minute, he hadn’t gotten rid of enough of his seeds yet – he had a lot of seeds left, of all kinds! And he scattered them all over &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, hence there are so many different plant species there today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBdgRNIDlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6K-wxjqResQ/s1600-h/beltsov+island+from+petrov+1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBdgRNIDlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6K-wxjqResQ/s400/beltsov+island+from+petrov+1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098177587139055186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fact the real explanation is probably that people lived constantly on &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; for centuries, and they probably brought seeds over from the mainland (in their clothes, etc.), while there were not continuous inhabitants of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Beltsov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBdshNIDmI/AAAAAAAAA74/gkVn1hkWetY/s1600-h/fallen+korean+pine+with+artifacts+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBdshNIDmI/AAAAAAAAA74/gkVn1hkWetY/s400/fallen+korean+pine+with+artifacts+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098177797592452706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These are the roots of a huge fallen Korean pine. You can see that there are stones in the roots – this pine was growing on ancient peoples’ artifacts. Archeologists sure were excited when this pine fell, as they cannot do any digging on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, since it is a strict nature reserve – they can only observe with their eyes. (They can dig along the beach on shore, though, where there is no reserve.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBd6xNIDnI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xrFq9Ps4GwQ/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+084a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBd6xNIDnI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xrFq9Ps4GwQ/s400/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+084a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098178042405588594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are 4 rocks that look just like this one on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, all equally spaced exactly 80 meters apart. No one knows how they got that way. Archeologists think there is another, 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; rock in the ocean. They say these rocks have a special energy, and that some people can feel a current coming up from beneath them, as if there is some kind of black magic here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBeOBNIDoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/rYB_N0HNNck/s1600-h/spot+of+only+fire+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBeOBNIDoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/rYB_N0HNNck/s400/spot+of+only+fire+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098178373118070402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There has only been one fire on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and it was in this spot. It happened in the early 1980s, when the Russian Far East navy was considering setting up a training base on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (nature reserve or no). Two sailors were walking around the island in the fall, when it is fairly dry, and the first sailor was smoking. He tossed his cigarette butt aside and a fire started. The two sailors put out the fire, but one yew tree and a few other trees died. Later that year there was a fire on the boat that the first sailor served on, and he was the only one who died.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Visitors today are not allowed to smoke on the island, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBeYhNIDpI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/wl0pG0CT7Z0/s1600-h/mesto+kultovykh+obryadova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBeYhNIDpI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/wl0pG0CT7Z0/s400/mesto+kultovykh+obryadova.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098178553506696850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a spot where archeologists think ancient peoples may have made animal sacrifices to the gods (on the stones below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBenRNIDqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/69CxNznkpgw/s1600-h/bukhta+lyubvi_bukhta+uedineniya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBenRNIDqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/69CxNznkpgw/s400/bukhta+lyubvi_bukhta+uedineniya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098178806909767330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This bay is called the &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Love&lt;/st1:placename&gt; or the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Secluded&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. There is a fairy tale about this spot – an ancient peoples’ Romeo and Juliet and origin myth all in one. A young man and woman from two warring tribes fell in love. They knew their relatives would not approve, and so they fled from the mainland to &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;’s &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Secluded&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where for a time they lived happily and undetected. But one day they heard noises that told them that their relatives had found their hiding place and were approaching by water. The youth took his bride’s hand and led her up the steep coast. (cont’d below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBe8hNIDrI/AAAAAAAAA8g/fG763hmSAbU/s1600-h/elka+entrance+to+bukhta+lyubvi+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBe8hNIDrI/AAAAAAAAA8g/fG763hmSAbU/s400/elka+entrance+to+bukhta+lyubvi+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179171981987506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the top of the cliff over the coast of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Secluded&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; the youth asked the gods to protect them. And at that spot there grew up a huge fir tree (pictured above) that blocked the relatives’ entrance to the island from the bay and cliffs below. The youth retreated with his bride to the interior, and they became the first inhabitants of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBfJxNIDsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Gw08yJFWz10/s1600-h/derevo+zhelanii+yew+tree+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBfJxNIDsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Gw08yJFWz10/s400/derevo+zhelanii+yew+tree+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179399615254210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBfghNIDtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/CxleIgXxXfg/s1600-h/whispering+wishes+into+derevo+zhelanii+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBfghNIDtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/CxleIgXxXfg/s400/whispering+wishes+into+derevo+zhelanii+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098179790457278162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The yew tree above is a wishing tree. It has a lot of holes in it that are like ears, so it can listen to the wishes you whisper to it. But you should wish for only non-material things, and then your wishes might come true. Here some visitors are wishing away. I have to say that all the visitors I saw on the trail on Petrov Island truly were very interested in what they were learning and behaved themselves very well – they didn’t lag behind, listened very respectfully, did not go off the narrow path, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBftRNIDuI/AAAAAAAAA84/gKffR3lS0hY/s1600-h/bonsai+tis+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBftRNIDuI/AAAAAAAAA84/gKffR3lS0hY/s400/bonsai+tis+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098180009500610274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This yew tree looks like a bonsai. The zapovednik loves to tell a story that they once had Japanese tourists here who wanted to buy this tree because it reminded them of their homeland. They didn’t want to cut the tree down – they just wanted to buy the plot of land. Lazovsky Zapovednik had a hard time explaining to them that that’s not allowed in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s nature reserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBf8hNIDvI/AAAAAAAAA9A/jH8XISewwgs/s1600-h/shaman_kap+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBf8hNIDvI/AAAAAAAAA9A/jH8XISewwgs/s400/shaman_kap+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098180271493615346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you look at this oak tree carefully, you will see that the knob growing on it looks like a Mongoloid face. As you walk past this tree the face is always looking at you. It’s as if someone is watching the behavior of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s guests. Olya says that once she had a visitor who waved his hand disrespectfully in front of the face, and the whole rest of the trail he kept tripping over roots…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBgHBNIDwI/AAAAAAAAA9I/o8uFli_lTow/s1600-h/beltsov+island+from+petrov+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBgHBNIDwI/AAAAAAAAA9I/o8uFli_lTow/s400/beltsov+island+from+petrov+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098180451882241794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is a view of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;Beltsov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; from the end of the trail around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. (The trail makes a big loop.) Here you can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;Beltsov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; well because this part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; was logged in the early 1930s, when a few people who were part of a marine expedition lived on the island. They built a 2-apartment house and banya on the island, had a garden, pigs, cows, chickens, dogs, and cats. They worked here for 4 years and left in the mid-1930s. The landscape is totally different in this spot – no trees, only tall grass. In 1936 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: times new roman;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; became part of Lazovsky Zapovednik, and so now there is not this kind of threat to the rest of the untouched forests here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-8453574730837858991?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/8453574730837858991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=8453574730837858991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/8453574730837858991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/8453574730837858991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/08/petrov-island.html' title='Petrov Island'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsBgXBNIDxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/R0EG1FJ0uto/s72-c/Petrov+Island+sign+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-8211365506238558169</id><published>2007-08-09T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:12:33.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hike to Peschanaya Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsARFBNICqI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ep3t94B2w3c/s1600-h/Petrov+Island+Peschanaya+Bay+hike+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsARFBNICqI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ep3t94B2w3c/s400/Petrov+Island+Peschanaya+Bay+hike+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098093556103908002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In addition to tours on &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, Lazovsky Zapovednik staff also take visitors on a 2 ½ hour tour to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peschanaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. This is a much more laid-back tour – the zapovednik staff are really just accompanying the visitors. There are some amazing views, and at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peschanaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; everyone gets to go swimming. This first picture is a view of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; from the tops of one of the cliffs along the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peschanaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsARRBNICrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ryA4Tey4tpo/s1600-h/tourists+on+peschanaya+bay+hike+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsARRBNICrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ryA4Tey4tpo/s400/tourists+on+peschanaya+bay+hike+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098093762262338226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here visitors are ascending that very cliff. I went on the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peschanaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; hike twice, and the second time we saw deer grazing on this cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsARbxNICsI/AAAAAAAAA0o/lZNykeANQ5I/s1600-h/pamyatnik+inspektoru+peschanaya+bay+hike+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsARbxNICsI/AAAAAAAAA0o/lZNykeANQ5I/s400/pamyatnik+inspektoru+peschanaya+bay+hike+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098093946945931970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This memorial is like a reminder or warning. In the 1970s a ranger at Lazovsky Zapovednik decided to take some tourists on a tour of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in January in bad weather. (The bay here doesn’t freeze. In the 70s there were tours even in the winter.) The boat flipped over and the ranger and 9 tourists all drowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsARnBNICtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/NBDiUT79_jI/s1600-h/more+cormorants+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsARnBNICtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/NBDiUT79_jI/s400/more+cormorants+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098094140219460306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAR1hNICuI/AAAAAAAAA04/65BP3LofMwM/s1600-h/cormorants+peschanaya+bay+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAR1hNICuI/AAAAAAAAA04/65BP3LofMwM/s400/cormorants+peschanaya+bay+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098094389327563490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;More cormorants! Drying off in both good and bad weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsASNxNICvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/13MmQMJKlns/s1600-h/tiger+tracks+peschanaya+baya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsASNxNICvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/13MmQMJKlns/s400/tiger+tracks+peschanaya+baya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098094805939391218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here are some tiger tracks in the sand at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peschanaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Nadya estimated that these tracks were about 3 days old. There is a family of Amur tigers (mom, dad, cub) that live in this area of Lazovsky Zapovednik and roam the beach not infrequently. But I did not see any live tigers on this trip – these were my first fresh tiger tracks! The Amur tiger is an engendered species, and there are only around 400-450 left in the Russian Far East (most in Primorsky Krai, some in Khabarovsky Krai). It is estimated there are 10-12 tigers in Lazovsky Zapovednik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsASXBNICwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/bJmGU58E8jA/s1600-h/flowers+in+rocks+peschanya+bay+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsASXBNICwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/bJmGU58E8jA/s400/flowers+in+rocks+peschanya+bay+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098094964853181186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here are some flowers growing right up out of the rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsATJRNIC1I/AAAAAAAAA1w/eC9b_r6EiP8/s1600-h/Peschanaya+Bay+109a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsATJRNIC1I/AAAAAAAAA1w/eC9b_r6EiP8/s400/Peschanaya+Bay+109a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098095828141607762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;This is Peschanaya Bay from above.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More scenic pictures below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAUBxNIC4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/JwiuNmfLwdQ/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+124a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAUBxNIC4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/JwiuNmfLwdQ/s400/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+124a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098096798804216706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsASohNICxI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/3DSoNj8VfrY/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+010a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsASohNICxI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/3DSoNj8VfrY/s400/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+010a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098095265500891922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsASvhNICyI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pklVCogYlbk/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+126a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsASvhNICyI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/pklVCogYlbk/s400/Lazovsky+Beltsov+Island+126a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098095385759976226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAS3xNICzI/AAAAAAAAA1g/0DMpkVhAgSA/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+129a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAS3xNICzI/AAAAAAAAA1g/0DMpkVhAgSA/s400/Lazovsky+Petrov+Island+129a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098095527493897010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsATTRNIC2I/AAAAAAAAA14/DDt1cuIAWiw/s1600-h/peschanaya+bay+hike+overlooka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsATTRNIC2I/AAAAAAAAA14/DDt1cuIAWiw/s400/peschanaya+bay+hike+overlooka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098095999940299618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAS_hNIC0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/Kcp0B1n4CyU/s1600-h/me+peschanaya+bay+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for a 3-day overnight camp. (And I thought the zapovednik was busy before...) The kids stay in the 5 cabins at the ranger station and in tents, so there are no other overnight visitors while the kids are there. However, at the same time that the camp is going on Sveta and Nadya still give tours of Petrov Island and Peschanaya Bay for outsiders visitors who come for the day or who are staying in Olenevod, and the zapovednik doesn't increase its staff numbers at the Petrov Island ranger station during the camp. This means that with 50 kids in town, there are plenty of opportunities to help out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAtLBNIDDI/AAAAAAAAA3g/qEcl291zqhA/s1600-h/audience+for+skitsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAtLBNIDDI/AAAAAAAAA3g/qEcl291zqhA/s400/audience+for+skitsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098124445508701234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The kids are all winners in a year-long environmental contest held in the Lazovsky District, and the camp is free for them. (For the year-long environmental contest (called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;От дня Земли до века Земли") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lazovsky Zapovednik sponsors all kinds of events throughout the year in local schools, e.g. scientific research contests and more.) The kids are from 5 different towns in the Lazovsky District. (But the kids all know each other, even the new kids – if from nothing else than from the environmental contests that they gather at that are sponsored by the zapovednik throughout the year. So the kids are all like a big family (that loves nature), which is really nice – the camp is like a big family coming together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAoYRNIC5I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/7_w6llMR9og/s1600-h/kids+camp+flag+and+petrov+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAoYRNIC5I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/7_w6llMR9og/s400/kids+camp+flag+and+petrov+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098119175583828882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Each of the 5 towns is a team. At the camp the 5 teams compete with each other in various competitions (skits, arts and crafts, games, etc.), and the winner is named at the end. The kids range in age from 9 to 16, but most are in the 12-14 range. About half of them have already been to the camp before, and half are new. At the beginning of the camp the kids take down the Lazovsky Zapovednik flag and put up the flag of Lazovsky’s education department (pictured above), so they have their own special flag. It was amazing when the kids arrived at the camp – I was on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and from there we could hear their happy shrieks on shore, especially as they got ready to go swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAojxNIC6I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/jpsp84ykdQo/s1600-h/camp+initiation+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAojxNIC6I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/jpsp84ykdQo/s400/camp+initiation+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098119373152324514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Up until 2 years ago Lazovsky Zapovednik had a 10-day camp that they had held annually for about 10 years running. However, now they have had to shorten it to 3 days due to various bureaucratic demands. In the picture above the kids are getting initiated into the camp on the first evening. Galina Aleksandrovna is dressed up as Leshii, the nature spirit of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The kids get a swat from a birch branch, then jump through a decorated hula hoop (which I was holding, hence you can’t see it in this picture), and then they got an amulet made of yew tree bark from a yew tree branch that had fallen on Petrov Island this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAoxhNIC7I/AAAAAAAAA2g/MdopKN77_Ok/s1600-h/judges+table+skits+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAoxhNIC7I/AAAAAAAAA2g/MdopKN77_Ok/s400/judges+table+skits+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098119609375525810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This year Lazovsky also invited a guest team from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Northern  Primorye&lt;/st1:place&gt; to participate in the camp. The director of Lazovsky Zapovednik’s education department, Galina Aleksandrovna, met the director of the environmental club “Namba” earlier this year, got interested in the education work they do with kids of all ages, and invited them to bring a team to Lazovsky’s camp. They traveled 14 hours by bus to get to Lazovsky! However, they ended up being the winning team. In the picture above are the “judges” of the competition. This year the zapovednik decided kids would judge themselves. One judge was selected from each team. Here the selected kid judges are sitting at the judges’ table evaluating environmental skits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAo6xNIC8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/AEtkaBXD22o/s1600-h/skit+1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAo6xNIC8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/AEtkaBXD22o/s400/skit+1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098119768289315778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here the team from town of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Preobrazheniye&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is performing one of its skits. The kids know in advance that there will be creative competitions for environmental skits and games, so they prepare their skits before the camp starts. Each team also has an adult supervisor (usually a teacher from their local school).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAplBNIC9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/TNxJplR0X-E/s1600-h/environmental+sharadesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAplBNIC9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/TNxJplR0X-E/s400/environmental+sharadesa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098120494138788818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Each team also made up its own games related to the environment, and everybody played. The team from Benevskoye chose to do sharades, which the kids really got a kick out of - there were some funny animals to represent. I believe the animal here is a chicken. (The speaker in the background, by the way, is from the evening festivities: on both nights the kids got to have a dance party with all kinds of pop music and even DJs (two local music teachers).)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsApuxNIC-I/AAAAAAAAA24/EdAp15jmPRU/s1600-h/kids+sand+castle+contest+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsApuxNIC-I/AAAAAAAAA24/EdAp15jmPRU/s400/kids+sand+castle+contest+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098120661642513378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The kids also had a sand castle building contest. Here is one team working away. The sculptures were really impressive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAp5RNIC_I/AAAAAAAAA3A/9DGMelS79_Y/s1600-h/sveta_kids+on+petrov+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAp5RNIC_I/AAAAAAAAA3A/9DGMelS79_Y/s400/sveta_kids+on+petrov+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098120842031139826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On the morning of their second day the kids split into 3 groups and went on a tour of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with either Sveta, Nadya or Olya. Above Sveta is explaining the rules of behavior for the tour and some background about &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at the tour’s start. I went with Sveta’s group through the first part of the tour, through the spring at the end of the yew tree grove, and then they went farther on without me. This meant that I had the absolutely incredible, once in a lifetime opportunity to walk through the yew tree grove on my own, without any tourists or anyone else around, in complete quiet and solitude. It was amazing – I could go up to the trees along the trail and touch them all, breathe deeply, take off my shoes, and take as much time as I wanted to really see and &lt;i style=""&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; the place where I was, remember how much it has meant to people for centuries. Lazovsky Zapovednik gave me a great gift by allowing me to come here, and to get to spend time in the yew tree grove on one’s own is quite a dream. This was all the more special as it was my last time on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Petrov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAqCxNIDAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7jUEM7et2AQ/s1600-h/turtle+races+203a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAqCxNIDAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7jUEM7et2AQ/s400/turtle+races+203a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098121005239897090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One the last day kids had a relay race competition, just like kids do in the States, and they loved it. There were a lot of different races Here the kids are being turtles – they have to balance the tubs on their backs with no hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAuUhNIDFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/yCJgmgMVf1E/s1600-h/preparing+for+shamanye+derevo+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAuUhNIDFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/yCJgmgMVf1E/s400/preparing+for+shamanye+derevo+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098125708229086290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAqNRNIDBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rqYlzXeGyBE/s1600-h/Anya++shamanye+derevo+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the last things the kids do at the camp is ask nature for forgiveness for the sins man has committed against her. Each team is given a theme (e.g., animals, pollution, etc.) and thinks about man’s actions in relation to that theme. Then everyone gathers together. Each team hangs symbols on a tree (шаманье дерево) to represent how man has hurt nature and to ask forgiveness for it, and they also read a short explanation of their symbols (some of the teams even had written short poems). (e.g., “Forgive us for fires that destroy the forest.” “Forgive us for poaching your animals.” And so on.) I actually really liked this activity – the kids approached it very thoughtfully, and you could see the sense of responsibility on many of their faces. Above kids from Preobrazeniye are in the dining hall preparing their thoughts for this activity. (Behind them in the background are posters the kids' teams all created about their environmental activities during the year.) Below Olya's daughter Anya is hanging a picture of a factory on the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAqNRNIDBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rqYlzXeGyBE/s1600-h/Anya++shamanye+derevo+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAqNRNIDBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rqYlzXeGyBE/s400/Anya++shamanye+derevo+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098121185628523538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAsdRNIDCI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Y2_5dLyEivQ/s1600-h/shamanye+derevo+202a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAsdRNIDCI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Y2_5dLyEivQ/s400/shamanye+derevo+202a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098123659529686050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Below are the kids at the closing ceremonies of the camp (Galina Aleksandrovna and Olya are giving out prizes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAt5RNIDEI/AAAAAAAAA3o/83Y_xPAc2-w/s1600-h/camp+closing+ceremonies+205a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAt5RNIDEI/AAAAAAAAA3o/83Y_xPAc2-w/s400/camp+closing+ceremonies+205a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098125240077651010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-1024489656705999746?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/1024489656705999746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=1024489656705999746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/1024489656705999746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/1024489656705999746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/08/kids-camp-at-petrov-island.html' title='Kids Camp at Petrov Island'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RsAtLBNIDDI/AAAAAAAAA3g/qEcl291zqhA/s72-c/audience+for+skitsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-5128817864417008056</id><published>2007-07-26T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:10:47.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Eastern Marine Reserve (July 17 – July 25, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhqvxNIAgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZJvdCFVK0Jc/s1600-h/300px-Sea_of_Japan_Map.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhqvxNIAgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZJvdCFVK0Jc/s320/300px-Sea_of_Japan_Map.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091436747637129730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was very lucky to get to spend July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 17-July 25 in the Far Eastern Marine Reserve, which is located in the Peter the Great Bay in the northw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;tern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; part of the Sea of Japan (see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; map at right; Peter the Great Bay is the water immediately off the coast of Vladivostok). The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; waters of the Peter the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Great&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; are the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; most diverse of all the marine waters in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;his is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;partly becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;se the Bay is situated in an area that is not too warm f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;or n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;orthern speci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;es, and not too cold for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; southern species. So n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ot only do local s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;pecies inhabit here, but there are also migrants from northern waters, like the &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Sea&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Okhotsk&lt;/st1:placename&gt; (which separates &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kamchatka&lt;/st1:place&gt; from the Russian mainland), and from southern waters (migrants from the south appear in the late summer and fall). The reserve is home to seals, huge m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ollusks and scal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;lops, trepang (a rare sea cucumber believed to have medicinal properties), many rare species &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;of bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhrIxNIAhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mbZPiHghvV0/s1600-h/Bukhta+Srednyaya+again+from+above+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhrIxNIAhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mbZPiHghvV0/s320/Bukhta+Srednyaya+again+from+above+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091437177133859346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s, and more.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Far E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n Marine Reserve is a zapovednik, which means it is a s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;trict protected are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a that is technically not open to tourists, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;although some tourism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; is developing here as an income supplement for the reserve. The reserve’s main activiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s include&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; environmental education, scientific research and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; processing violations of nature protection regulations. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;got to learn about all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; of these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;activities while I was at the reserve, as well as see some tourism in action. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Far Eastern Marine Reserve was created in 1978 and is also a biosphere reserve. While most Russian zap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ovedniks are run by the Ministry of Natural Resources, the marine reserve was created under the Russian Academy of Sciences and until fall of 2006 was run directly by the Insti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;tute of Marine Biology. Now it along with 3 other reserves is administered jointly by the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Russian&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; of Sciences and the Ministry of Natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhreBNIAiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/S_SXs0CDzkg/s1600-h/Bukhta+Srednyaya+10a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhreBNIAiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/S_SXs0CDzkg/s320/Bukhta+Srednyaya+10a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091437542206079522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I took a lot of pictures and so will tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;y to tell about my time in the reserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; through m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;y photos. You can c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;lick on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ny photo to enlarge it. The first two photos (not including the map) here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; are pictures of the Srednyaya Inlet, where the reserve m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aintains a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ranger station, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hich is where I lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; from July 20-25. The Marine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Reserve is made up of 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; parts: a small piece of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; near &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; where the reserve has an environmental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; education center, nature museum and six guided trails; an eastern part, which includes the Srednyaya Inlet; and a southern part (which I did not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; see!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Popov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; and Environmental Education at the Marine Reserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhsfhNIAkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ygMdI3E0f2s/s1600-h/Marine+Zapovednik+and+museum,+ecocenter+signs+Popov+Island+May+8-9+080a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 202px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhsfhNIAkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ygMdI3E0f2s/s320/Marine+Zapovednik+and+museum,+ecocenter+signs+Popov+Island+May+8-9+080a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091438667487511106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;From July 17-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I lived at the Marine Reserve’s environm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; education center on &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, which is a 90-minute (and $1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.40)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; boat ride from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Although the reserve also works with local schools to increase knowledge about Russ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ian natur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;erves and nature conservation (by giving presentations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, offering some seminars for teachers, etc.), most of the reserve’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; environmental education activities are focused on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Pictured is the sign for th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e reserve’s environmenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;l education center and nature museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A lot of visitors from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vladivosto&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;k&lt;/st1:city&gt; and throughout &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; come to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to vacation here in late July, August and early September, when the weather here is beautiful. So there are plenty of people around to educate about the impor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;tance of the sea! (S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ince only a small part of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is protected in the Marine Reserve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; visitors abound everywhere else.) This is a picture of ocean from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqhs0hNIAlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fj6ixchLDm0/s1600-h/Popov+Island+July+19+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqhs0hNIAlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fj6ixchLDm0/s320/Popov+Island+July+19+2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091439028264763986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on a sunny day. There are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; cottages that visito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;rs can rent, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d many people also just come with a tent and camp out right on the wate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r on public beaches. Visitors can also stay at the marine reserve’s environmental education center, which has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;60 beds, for only 200 rubles per night. Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e environmental edu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;cation center is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; booked solid fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;om the end of Jul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;y through ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ly September. Most visitors are kids participating in camps, adults participating in seminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r tourists who are part of a tour firm’s organized trip to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Not all of the seminars and camps are related to environmental topics, although some are. (When I was there there were kids at a leadership cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;p and adults at a psychological training seminar staying at the Marine Reserve’s environmental education center.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the same building as the en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhtFxNIAmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-gsfVLRqSqY/s1600-h/Popov+Island+May+8-9+064a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhtFxNIAmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-gsfVLRqSqY/s320/Popov+Island+May+8-9+064a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091439324617507426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vironmenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;l education center there is a museum about the ocean and its protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; The museum has existed since 1977 (first as just an exhibit), although the environmental education depart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ment of the reserve has existed only since 1996.) Here kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; checking out models of seals found in the reserve. Visitors can take a guided tour of the museum for 200 rubles (about $8.00) total for a group of up to 25. There are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; groups that order tours in advance, as well as tourists and v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;acationers on the island who just stop by. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The environmental education center also houses a room with a bunch of materials for activities related to na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; conservation. Here kids can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;make sculptures out of sea shells, design posters related to nature protection, watch films, rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d books, and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the next pictures some studen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ts from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Irkutsk&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;State&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; are participating in one of the reserve’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 6 guided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhtZBNIAnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/blRqXJeUqxg/s1600-h/tug+of+war+for+wives+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhtZBNIAnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/blRqXJeUqxg/s320/tug+of+war+for+wives+2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091439655329989234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; tours. This tour is called “Ecology and Ancient Peoples,” and these kids are pretending to be two tribes fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ghting over brides. (Whichever tribe wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; the tug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;war gets the bride. In reality, the tribes would actually ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;st pull on the bride’s arms, and whichever side let go first lost the bride. Or, if neither side let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, the bride lost an arm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the late 1990s and early 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;0s the Marine Reserv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e developed several trails on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (only one of which is on the terr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;itory of the reserve). They include themes like “Ecology of Popov &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;,” “The littoral zone,” “Plants of Popov Isla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;nd,” “Birds of Popo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;v Island,” “Geology of Popov Island,” and “Ecology and Ancient Peoples.” (There were actually ancient societies on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and you can dig up their artifacts (mostly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; pottery) on the Ecology and Ancient Peoples trail. Kids can also make pottery in the environmental education center.) Tourists can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhuVBNIAoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/7LDpu-diqUk/s1600-h/Shaman+Drevnii+Chelovek+toura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhuVBNIAoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/7LDpu-diqUk/s320/Shaman+Drevnii+Chelovek+toura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091440686122140290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; order a tour on one of the trails for 400 rubles (about $15) for a group of up to 25. The tours are 2 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; long and are the same for adults or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; children. (As Galya, one of the environmental education staff explained to me, adults are really just big kids, after all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Guests of the environmental educati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;on center, whether they are tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ists staying there through a tour firm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ipants in a seminar or kids at a camp, are required to buy the zapovenik’s tours as part of the deal to get to stay at the center. (Whether they take the tours or not is their decision – but most people do – they’re pretty fun!) These students from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Irkutsk&lt;/st1:city&gt; came to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to do scientific field work, but they ordered this tour for fun. In this last picture one of the students has been selected as the tribe’s shaman, and the blonde next to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; interpreting his words of wisdom for the tribe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eastern Part of the Marine Reserve, Science, Tourism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and Nature Protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhuthNIApI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Chc5zswfbN0/s1600-h/Vnimatelnyi+and+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhuthNIApI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Chc5zswfbN0/s320/Vnimatelnyi+and+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091441107028935314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On July 20 I left &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; to go to the “real” reserve (since mos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;t of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; isn’t protected, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;doesn’t really count). I was picked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; by the reserve’s cutter (pictured right docked at the Srednyaya Inlet pier – o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ur destination). The cutter is called the Vnimatel’nyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; (“Careful”), and it was taking 3 ichthyologists from the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Institute&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Marine Biology&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Andrei, Volodya (Vladimir) and Ira (Irina) to the eastern part of the reserve to do scientific research on coastal fish populations. They were taking me with them to show me how they work. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ore below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When we le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhvMxNIAqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Nl0ixLLSvpM/s1600-h/kordon+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhvMxNIAqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Nl0ixLLSvpM/s320/kordon+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091441643899847330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ft &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on July 20 the weather was gorgeous, and we continued to have amazing weather the whole trip. Apparently the summer has begun in southern Primorye! Up until now we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;have had lots of fog and drizzle since mid-May, including a day-long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; downp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;our on July 19. After about a 4-hour trip sout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;h we arrived at our destination, the reserve’s ranger station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; (kordon) at the Srednyaya Inlet, pictured here. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; buildings from left to right are: a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; banya (sauna where you can also wash), a gazebo with a table and a great view, and a house recently build by newly-rich Russians. At the top of the staircase leading up from the pier there is also a house where the ranger at Srednyaya Inlet lives. There are two rangers who work at Srednyaya on one-month shifts. While we were there the ranger was Ivan, one of the nicest people I have ever met.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If you are thinking, wow, that ranger station seems really nice, you’re right, it is! Most Russian reserves suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhvnRNIArI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Xca8WAQLyMA/s1600-h/private+cutters+Bukhta+Sredyaya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhvnRNIArI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Xca8WAQLyMA/s320/private+cutters+Bukhta+Sredyaya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091442099166380722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; from major budget shortfalls and ranger stations usually consist of one building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;that is not in great shape. But the Marine Reserve has an advantage of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;being very scenic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; and in order to make up for budget shortfalls, it allows a few forms on tourism. One form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; is allowing rich Russ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ians from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to come to the reserve on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; weekends to vacation. They come on their own boats (pictured). These rich tourists get a nice quiet place to vacation (many beaches near Vlad are very crowded). In return they conclude a contract with the reserve to rent the land where the ranger station is located for ten years and make improvements on this land. At the end of the ten years, anything they build becomes property of the reserve (unless the reserve renews the re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhwMBNIAsI/AAAAAAAAAco/Qhuvvi4mrlc/s1600-h/fireplace+remodeled+house+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhwMBNIAsI/AAAAAAAAAco/Qhuvvi4mrlc/s320/fireplace+remodeled+house+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091442730526573250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ntal agreement). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There are 8 ranger station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s in the Marine Reserve, and the territory of almost all of them is being ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ted by some rich Russians. At the Srednyaya Inlet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ranger station these Russians built the staircase leading up from the pier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; remodeled the banya, remodeled half of the ranger’s house, build the gazebo and another house for themselves (the two-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;story wooden house with the red roof two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; pictures ago). Obviously, no one can use the facilities built by these rich Russians without their permission. These rich tourists-renters were vacationing at the Srednyaya Inlet with their friends from July 20-22, when we were there. Ira and I lucked out and got their permission to stay in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqhw2BNIAuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sWnrhakqOnc/s1600-h/inspector+cabin+where+we+lived+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqhw2BNIAuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sWnrhakqOnc/s320/inspector+cabin+where+we+lived+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091443452081079010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;the remodeled half of the ranger’s house. Above is a picture of the inside – check out that fireplace! When Putin c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ame to the Marine Reserve in 2004, he spent several hours in this room in this house – he had a meeting there a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;nd took a break. So, that’s right – Ira and I lived in the same house as Putin – if you’re not impressed, you should be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here is a picture of the outside of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;he ranger’s house. The locati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n was just beautiful. There was also a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; convenient and very comfortable hammock right outside. The rangers at this station keep a garden where they grow everything from beets to strawberries, and where it smells wonderfully of cilantro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhyExNIAwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/J77UO_NWzXg/s1600-h/kayaking+Bukhta+Srednyaya+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhyExNIAwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/J77UO_NWzXg/s320/kayaking+Bukhta+Srednyaya+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091444804995777282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The rich Russians who vacation at the Srednyaya Inlet also have kayaks, which they leave at the inlet even w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hen they’re not there. So Ira and I went kayaking! I have never bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n kayaking before, and it was a lot of fun. Kayaks can go pretty fast – even when you feel like you’re not moving, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhxcxNIAvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/0FMuIryX7QU/s1600-h/Bukhta+Srednyaya+and+dog+Dik+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhxcxNIAvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/0FMuIryX7QU/s320/Bukhta+Srednyaya+and+dog+Dik+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091444117801009906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Iv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;an and the ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;her ranger at Srednyaya bought themselves a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;dog this year, Dik. He is a super energetic puppy. They say the dogs here don’t last too long, unfortunately – tigers migrate into the territory of the reserve in the winter, following the wild boars that come in – and tigers love dogs – mmmm…yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;mmy, a real delicacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. Here is Dik playing in the water on the shore of the Srednyaya Inlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The height of poaching season in the reserve is the spring and fall. Most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhymBNIAxI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/yLDPwnINeAM/s1600-h/lookout+near+Srednyaya+1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhymBNIAxI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/yLDPwnINeAM/s320/lookout+near+Srednyaya+1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091445376226427666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; poachers come into the waters of the reserve to harvest trepang, a s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ea cucumber which is rare and is highly sought after on the Chinese market for its medicinal properties. Poachers also come into the reserve to harvest scallops. This picture is from a lookout point about a 5-minute walk from the Srednyaya Inlet ranger station – obviously, you can see far out into the ocean. During poaching season Ivan sits here all day (he built a bench nearby) and looks for poachers. If he sees someone, he radios over to the other ranger stations and they go out on their mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhzURNIAyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xLe3hLQPoMo/s1600-h/Bukhta+Srednyaya+9+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 298px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhzURNIAyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xLe3hLQPoMo/s320/Bukhta+Srednyaya+9+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091446170795377442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;tor boats to tell the poachers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;to leave the territory of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;he reserve. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At this time of year there is also a problem with residents of nearby tow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqhz-BNIAzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BILBHIOThvI/s1600-h/new+anshlag+for+reserve+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqhz-BNIAzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BILBHIOThvI/s320/new+anshlag+for+reserve+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091446888054915890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ns driving on all-wheel drive vehicles to the beaches of the reserve to tan and g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o for a swim. We saw about 5 groups (of 2-4 people) of these kinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; of tourists while we were there. They don’t have permission to be in the reserve, which is literally only the water, or on the coast, which is the buffer zone, so Ivan would normally take his motor boat over and tell them to leave. However, currently his boat has no motor – it’s being repaired. Repairs are also a chronic problem in Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n nature reserves. Here is another pret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ty picture of the Srednyaya Inlet, and a sign sayin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;g “Fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r Eastern Marine Reserve. Visiting Prohibited."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh0hBNIA1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/PKKRr0XusCc/s1600-h/cool+flower+2+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh0hBNIA1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/PKKRr0XusCc/s320/cool+flower+2+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091447489350337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh0SBNIA0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/j84SAJeioCM/s1600-h/cool+flower+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh0SBNIA0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/j84SAJeioCM/s320/cool+flower+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091447231652299586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;here are also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;lot of really pretty and interesting flowers in the reserve. Here are a cou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ple that I saw, although unfortunately, I don’t know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; they’re called.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Tour with Ivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh1IxNIA2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/VuM66Ip24oI/s1600-h/butterfly+fields+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh1IxNIA2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/VuM66Ip24oI/s320/butterfly+fields+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091448172250137442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ivan took me on a little 3-hour tour of the area around the Srednyaya Inlet on July 23, after the ric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;h tourists left. Since Ivan has been working in the reserve for 4 years, and living at this station one month on-one month off during all that time, he knows quite a lot about the surrounding area and has done a lot of exploring. At the beginning of our hike, as we walked away from the coast, we saw literally fields of orange butterflies pollinating white flowers. The hike was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh1bxNIA3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/EpjAch9vQZU/s1600-h/funduk+filbert+bush+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 208px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh1bxNIA3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/EpjAch9vQZU/s320/funduk+filbert+bush+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091448498667651954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here is a picture of a filbert bush (that’s the nut, filbert). There are tons of these bushes all around the reserve, and they can be quite tall. Since Ivan and I weren’t on a path, in some places we just plowed right through the scratchy filbert bushes, which were sometimes taller than us. The nuts will come out of those little green pods in the fall. They are a good source of food for a lot of wild animals, including wild boar, a typical inhabitant of the Russian Far East.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Next: the little pool barely visible in this picture is a spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh1sBNIA4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Qpb6PiciYvE/s1600-h/kupalka+kabanov+1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh1sBNIA4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Qpb6PiciYvE/s320/kupalka+kabanov+1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091448777840526210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; where wild boars go “swimming.” They dig a hole that fills with mud and water. In the evening they take a bath in this po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ol, getting coated with mud that then dries on their fur. This caked mud protects them f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh1_hNIA5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/U2B7EN-AJRs/s1600-h/huge+trutovyj+grib+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh1_hNIA5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/U2B7EN-AJRs/s320/huge+trutovyj+grib+2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091449112847975314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;rom biting insects.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here is a huge mushroom growing on a dead pine tree trunk! In Rus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sian these mushrooms are called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;трутовые грибы. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They are very hard, and nobody eats them (“Except maybe the Chinese,” says Ivan. “I don’t know about them; they eat everything.”) The mushrooms grow only on old or dead trees. This mushroom was probably about as big as my hea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh2YxNIA6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/QEj7tgNiLnw/s1600-h/Ivan+and+dub+mongolskii+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh2YxNIA6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/QEj7tgNiLnw/s320/Ivan+and+dub+mongolskii+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091449546639672226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here Ivan is showing how big the leaves are on the Mongolian Oak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;(дуб монгольский)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. This is a common tree in the Russian Far East. (There is also regular oak here.) As you can see the leaves are much bigger than the leaves on a regular oak tree. However, all of the M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh2vhNIA7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/gniyzPAEgKA/s1600-h/mogilnaya+sosna+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 258px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh2vhNIA7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/gniyzPAEgKA/s320/mogilnaya+sosna+2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091449937481696178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ongolian oaks I have seen are smaller in size than regular oa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is a pine tre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e. In Russian this tree is called mogil’naya sosna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, “sepulchral pine” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;(могильная сосна;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pinus funebris Kom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It grows mostly at the tops of the hills surrounding the inlets on th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqvaDxNICQI/AAAAAAAAApI/BomQ_oDedyw/s1600-h/exit+from+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqvaDxNICQI/AAAAAAAAApI/BomQ_oDedyw/s320/exit+from+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092403561955330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e coast, and in the rocks along the coast. Below is another picture of this tree growing along the top of the coast, right out of the rocks, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;t seems.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is a huge hole that a wild boar dug in search of a badger. Wild boar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh3IhNIA8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/v2nFxQ2EfVM/s1600-h/wild+boar+dug+this+hole+looking+for+barsuk+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh3IhNIA8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/v2nFxQ2EfVM/s320/wild+boar+dug+this+hole+looking+for+barsuk+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091450366978425794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s are omnivores and really eat everything – from nuts to chipmunks to badgers and more. They are known to rip apart chipmunks’ burrows in the winte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r and eat the hibernating chipmunks right along with their supplies of nuts. Unfortunately I couldn’t capture the size of this hole, but I could have easily jumped in there and laid down. In this case the boar didn’t catch the badger, th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ough – y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh3aBNIA9I/AAAAAAAAAew/F82-4XVZFcg/s1600-h/gaina+kabana+for+sleeping+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh3aBNIA9I/AAAAAAAAAew/F82-4XVZFcg/s320/gaina+kabana+for+sleeping+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091450667626136530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ou can see the tunnels where he escaped.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;oars are pretty interesti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ng animals. They can hang out in herds of 5-40 individuals, but they walk in a line single file. While a lot of animals, like deer, lie down in the evening (or day time) for a rest or to sleep in one spot, and then move on, boars take the time to build themselves a nest and return to it for a few days on end. They put a bunch of leaves in the middle and then build up dirt around the leaves. They’ll stay her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh3wBNIA-I/AAAAAAAAAe4/CJs5f80-mxw/s1600-h/near+Bukhta+Srednyaya+July+23a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh3wBNIA-I/AAAAAAAAAe4/CJs5f80-mxw/s320/near+Bukhta+Srednyaya+July+23a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091451045583258594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e for about 10 days, eating everything in the area and returning to the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;spot to sleep – and then they move on. In Russian their nests are call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ed a “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;гайно&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;” (“gajno”) – above is a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here is one of the views of the coastline from Ivan’s and my hike. This spot was very steep and we pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;owed right through those filbert bush fields to walk through here. Ivan ordered no looking down :-). At these end of this little 5-minute trek along a cliff – continuation of the wild board theme! – Ivan showed me the leftovers of a wild boar that an Amur tiger killed here in the winter. (See picture below.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was amazed at how much the tiger left behind – the skin, fur, skull and more! Fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh4kRNIA_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/y0UdHmLNLXI/s1600-h/wild+boar+tiger+kill+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh4kRNIA_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/y0UdHmLNLXI/s320/wild+boar+tiger+kill+Bukhta+Srednyaya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091451943231423474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r comparison, I got to see what wolves had left behind of a deer in Khingansky Zapovednik in June, and that was just a few tufts of fur. Anyway, a bunch of other animals had gotten to eat what they wanted of the boar since the winter, so there were no flies buzzing around the carcass or anything. Ivan estimates that this boar was about a meter tall and weighed 300 kilograms – whoa! (And they can be bigger than that.) Ivan gave me the two little tusks from this boar as a souvenir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh47RNIBAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zCKgVzPtFEc/s1600-h/reserve+islands+2+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh47RNIBAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zCKgVzPtFEc/s320/reserve+islands+2+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091452338368414722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On our hike we also got a view of the islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; out in the Peter the Great Bay that are also included in the eastern part of the Marine Reserve. Here is a picture of them that I took while exploring another time on my own. The reserve extends another 2 miles beyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;nd these islands. Imagine, on the biggest of these islands there is a ranger station where someone is always living! Hopefully he doesn’t get restless there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh5MRNIBBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_cE_6-5Yo8U/s1600-h/Marine+Reserve+gifts+002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh5MRNIBBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_cE_6-5Yo8U/s320/Marine+Reserve+gifts+002a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091452630426190866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here is a picture of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;some of my souvenirs from the marine reserve: two huge sca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;llop shells, a whole sea urchin skeleton, wild boar tusks, and feathers from a mandarin duck and a blue thrush (also gifts from Ivan; these are both rare birds – Ivan found their feathers on one of his hikes – obviously a predator had killed them).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science in the Marine Reserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh5nhNIBCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/TEZcPmzv4DQ/s1600-h/ichthyoplankton+sampling+Dmitry+Sergei+Ira+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh5nhNIBCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/TEZcPmzv4DQ/s320/ichthyoplankton+sampling+Dmitry+Sergei+Ira+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091453098577626146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So back to science. Ira, Andrei and Volodya are studying ichthyoplankton (microscopic fish, for the lay pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;rson), juvenile fish, and adult fish inhabiting along the coast of the eastern part of the Marine Reserve, with the g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;oal of simply determining the species composition in different types of coastal habitats in the eastern part of the reserve. Amazingly, these populations have never been studied in this part of the reserve, although Ira, Andrei and Volodya have done this research in the southern part of the reserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh51RNIBDI/AAAAAAAAAfg/didVQcIT49A/s1600-h/Volodya+and+Dmitry+pull+in+net+ichthyoplantkon+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 290px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh51RNIBDI/AAAAAAAAAfg/didVQcIT49A/s320/Volodya+and+Dmitry+pull+in+net+ichthyoplantkon+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091453334800827442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Many scientist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s, from the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Institute&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Marine Biology&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and other institutes, propose projects to the Marine Reserve for research. If the reserve is interested in the research, it invites the scientists to work in the reserve. So Ira, Andrei and Volodya on behalf of the Ichthyology Laboratory at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Institute&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Marine Biology&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; concluded a contract with the Marine Reserve to complete this work, since the reserve does not have enough staff with enough expertise to do this work itself. Later Andrei, Ira and Volodya were met by another Institute scientist, Dmitry. Although they wanted to do this work in the reserve every month from May through October, this is only their first trip out this year, and they think they will be lucky if they get to go out again in October. Things don’t always go as you plan in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh6IxNIBEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OSCU-qke6yM/s1600-h/Ira+Andrei+Dmitry+process+ichthyoplankton+sample+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh6IxNIBEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OSCU-qke6yM/s320/Ira+Andrei+Dmitry+process+ichthyoplankton+sample+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091453669808276546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As I said, these guys are looking at ichthyoplankton, juveniles and adult fish. The first two pictures here are from the ichthyoplankton part of Ira, Andrei and Volodya’s w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ork. In the first picture they have lowered a big net to catch plankton into the ocean from the side of the cutter Vnimatel’nyi. The cutter then turns for 5 minutes, dragging the net in a big circle. Then they pull the net in and collect an ichthyoplankton sample from a bottle at the bottom of the net. Above Volodya and Dmitry are pulling the net in, and then Irina, Andrei and Dmitry are moving the sample into a marke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh6VhNIBFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/nsH21PqJvnI/s1600-h/kekura+baklani+7+from+boat+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh6VhNIBFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/nsH21PqJvnI/s320/kekura+baklani+7+from+boat+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091453888851608658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d bottle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We took th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e ichthyoplankton sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;mples in the evening two evenings in a row, at 24 different locations along the coast. Sometimes we got som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh6jxNIBGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XNYzG1BUYc8/s1600-h/kekura+baklani+again+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh6jxNIBGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XNYzG1BUYc8/s320/kekura+baklani+again+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091454133664744546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e great views while driving out to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;the sampling points – here are some pictures of the kekurs (that’s those rocks) jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;t off the coast of the inlet next to the Srednyaya Inlet. These kekurs are called the “cormorant kekurs,” and you can see a huge number of cormorants perched atop them. Seals also like to sunbathe on the smaller rocks sticking out of the water near these kekurs, and we saw quite a few seals here (10 or so) during the daytime (but too far away to ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh6_xNIBHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/aWYNm-6VWL8/s1600-h/Andrei+and+Volodya+set+nevod+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh6_xNIBHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/aWYNm-6VWL8/s320/Andrei+and+Volodya+set+nevod+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091454614701081714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;otograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In order to collect j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;uvenile fish, the scientists drag a net (seine) through the tributaries (little streams, that is) flowing into the ocean’s inlets, and they also do a drag along the shore near these tributaries. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;st pict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh7WBNIBII/AAAAAAAAAgI/zOpPr9faYPw/s1600-h/Andrei+Volodya+Ira+get+fish+from+nevod+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh7WBNIBII/AAAAAAAAAgI/zOpPr9faYPw/s320/Andrei+Volodya+Ira+get+fish+from+nevod+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091454996953171074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ure Andrei and Volodya are preparing the seine for a drag through a little stream, and in the second Andrei, Volodya and Irina are sorting out the fish that they caught in the seine. (If the juveniles are a rare or unique species, they keep them in formaline and take them back to the Institute. If not, they let them go.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Finally, there is work to figure out the species composition of adult fish in the Srednyaya Inlet. Andrei and Volodya set up traps and nets every evening in different habitats (e.g., in the gra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh7nhNIBJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nhFaxWAhewU/s1600-h/Ira+and+Dmitry+pull+adults+from+nets+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh7nhNIBJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nhFaxWAhewU/s320/Ira+and+Dmitry+pull+adults+from+nets+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091455297600881810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ss, in the sand, near a cliff, etc.) in the inlet and checked them each morning for fish. (The adults that ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;t trapped in the nets die.) Here Irina and Dmitry are sorting pulling fish out of the nets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The types of fish that end up in the nets differs depending on the habitat on the bottom of the inlet (and also depending on the time of year, we can assume – but that’s not relevant right now). For the most part we caught a lot of sea perch (especially when they set the nets in the grass (seaweed, that is!)) and flound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh76hNIBKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/tVGVkXcWfNc/s1600-h/Andrei+measuring+adult+fish+perch+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 295px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh76hNIBKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/tVGVkXcWfNc/s320/Andrei+measuring+adult+fish+perch+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091455624018396322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;er. However, we caught a lot of sardines when the nets were set closer to cliffs. Andrei is setting the fish (perch) to be measured. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Finally, the nets have to be cleaned of all the seaweed that falls into them (you string up the net and pick out the seaweed), and then the nets get put away until the evening, when they are set again. Here Ivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh8KBNIBLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZvADZz7OE_Q/s1600-h/Ivan+and+Volodya+sobirayut+net+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh8KBNIBLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZvADZz7OE_Q/s320/Ivan+and+Volodya+sobirayut+net+2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091455890306368690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; and Volodya are putting a net that has been cleaned back into its bag. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By the way, to avoid killing fish for no reason, or, rather, just for the sake of science, the scientists try to eat most everything they catch! We had fried perch, flounder and redeye, as well as soup from fish (ukha), and a whole lot of shrimp. (Shrimp end up in these nets a lot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh8lhNIBMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/l8163yXe6yo/s1600-h/kekura+baklani+from+sopki+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh8lhNIBMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/l8163yXe6yo/s320/kekura+baklani+from+sopki+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091456362752771266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That’s about all! Here are three final pictures of the reserve. The first is the inlet next to Srednyaya Inlet, with a view of the Cormorant Kekurs. Next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is a view of the Pacific from Srednyaya Inlet. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh86hNIBNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/5Bus-MNYQwA/s1600-h/Srednyaya+and+the+Pacific+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh86hNIBNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/5Bus-MNYQwA/s320/Srednyaya+and+the+Pacific+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091456723530024146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nd, of course, nothing would be complete withou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t the re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quisite ocean sunset p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh9MRNIBOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/v__sr2Rnilg/s1600-h/sunset+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqh9MRNIBOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/v__sr2Rnilg/s320/sunset+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091457028472702178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;icture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-5128817864417008056?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/5128817864417008056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=5128817864417008056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/5128817864417008056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/5128817864417008056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/07/far-eastern-marine-reserve-july-17-july.html' title='Far Eastern Marine Reserve (July 17 – July 25, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqhqvxNIAgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZJvdCFVK0Jc/s72-c/300px-Sea_of_Japan_Map.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-5062591814796839063</id><published>2007-07-11T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T04:07:51.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in Vladivostok (July 8, 2007)</title><content type='html'>Upon arriving back to a foggy 55-degree Vladivostok from sunny 95-degree Birobidzhan on July 7, I was reminded of that quote that is always attributed to Mark Twain -- "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." Obviously, he never spent a summer in Vladivostok. They say the warm weather is soon to come, and late July and August will be downright hot! But for now we are in the midst of the same mist, fog and cool temperatures that have been the norm here since mid-May. That's okay; I'll take this weather over 95 any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course most of my life seems to be consumed by traveling and then catching up these days, and I guess that will be the case through the fall! But I have also started reading an excellent book totally unrelated to my project. It is called "An UnClean Force" (poor translation by me there -- Нечистая сила in Russian, by popular modern history writer Valentin Pikul'), and it's about Russia in the early 20th century, leading up to the Bolshevik Revolution, and the influence of Rasputin. It's pretty fascinating stuff (well, and kind of creepy). I definitely recommend it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-5062591814796839063?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/5062591814796839063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=5062591814796839063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/5062591814796839063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/5062591814796839063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-in-vladivostok-july-8-2007.html' title='Summer in Vladivostok (July 8, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-4755833635959274437</id><published>2007-07-08T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T04:04:36.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June Travels (June 9 – July 7, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiMZxNIBPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/226SfT25PkE/s1600-h/amur_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiMZxNIBPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/226SfT25PkE/s320/amur_l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091473753075352818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On June 9 I left Vladivostok for a month of traveling in the Amur Region and Jewish Autonomous Region (north and west of Vladivostok, but also on the border with China; the Amur Region is the red blob on the map at right, and the Jewish Autonomous Region is a tiny little bit of land snuggled right up to the southeast side of the Amur Region). There I visited &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Muraviovka   Park&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s only private nature reserve (Amur Region; June 11 – June 15); Khingansky Zapovednik (Amur Region; June 15-July 2), and Zapovednik Bastak (Jewish Autonomous Region; July 2-7). It was a great trip, and you can read more about it in the following posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is amazing to think of the places you'll go! Back when I had to learn the capitals of all the regions of Russia while studying in Irkutsk in 2004, places like Blagoveschensk (the capital of the Amur Region) and Birobidzhan (the capital of the Jewish Autonomous Region) seemed like unbelievably far-away dots on a map, places I would never even think twice about, except to try to get my tongue around their exotic-sounding names. And now I have even been in places seemingly even farther away, like Arkhara, a town of 9000 people in the Amur Region near Khingansky Zapovednik, and these places have taken on such meaning for me, all because I met a few amazing people there. Life can certainly be unexpected! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am so excited by the opportunities I have here, and am left with a constant feeling of gratitude to everyone who has helped to make them possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-4755833635959274437?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/4755833635959274437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=4755833635959274437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/4755833635959274437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/4755833635959274437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/07/june-travels-june-9-july-7-2007.html' title='June Travels (June 9 – July 7, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiMZxNIBPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/226SfT25PkE/s72-c/amur_l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-8952142642863190262</id><published>2007-07-05T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T04:05:26.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Train and Blagoveschensk (June 9 – 11, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiN-hNIBQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ngYjAlRi-mU/s1600-h/train+home+Khabarovsk+station+July+6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiN-hNIBQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ngYjAlRi-mU/s320/train+home+Khabarovsk+station+July+6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091475483947173122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I decided to take the train from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to the capital of the Amur Region, Blagoveschensk. Blagoveschensk was the farthest western point in my journey, and from there I slowly made my way east, back towards &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It takes 34 hours to get to Blagoveschensk o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n the train. The whole ride you have a feeling that it could take much less time, but this is a v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ery slow train! After &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Khabarovsk&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; it does go much faster. After Khabarovsk the scenery begins to change, too -- in general it gets flatter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The geography in Amur and J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiOIhNIBRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Ea9ftXt-y7E/s1600-h/train+home+July+6+platskart+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiOIhNIBRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Ea9ftXt-y7E/s320/train+home+July+6+platskart+2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091475655745864978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ewish Autonomous Regions is a bit different than the places I have been so far in southern Primorye, where Vladivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tok is: there are still plenty of steep hills with forests of birch and oak, but there are also more meadows and wetlands (good habitat for lots of birds), and places that are just flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So back to the train. I rode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; “platskart,” which is the cheap way to ride in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. A one-way platskart ticket for the 34-hour ride from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladiv&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to Blagoveschensk costs a little less than $40. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;is the real Russian way to ride the train, which is a truly Russian experience anyway. A pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;tskart wagon has 54 sleeping bunks in it, 27 lower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;bunks and 27 upper bunks. It is a completely op&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;en wagon with no dividers or doors to close off the bunks from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;your neighbors. There are some walls though, and the bunks are arranged in groups of 6 – a lower bunk and upper bunk right along the walls of the train, separated by an aisle from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiORRNIBSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/44v5UUxQZms/s1600-h/train+home+July+6+platskart+1+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiORRNIBSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/44v5UUxQZms/s320/train+home+July+6+platskart+1+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091475806069720354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a group of 4 bunks (2 upper and 2 lower) perpendicular to the wall of the train. You do not want the former type of bunk, because then people walking down the aisle will run into you all the time when you are trying to sleep. Although thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s was the type of bunk I got on the way to Blagoveschensk – all the good spots were taken! Fortunately I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;was on the bottom and so I at least didn’t have to climb up all the time. And, fortunately I had good neighbors and no o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ne in our wagon was loud and/or drunk all night. So it was a good experience! As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; was the train ride ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;me in early July.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There are more comfortable ways to do Russian train travel – you can take coupe, whi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiOeBNIBTI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DxeNjYfETx0/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+001+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiOeBNIBTI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DxeNjYfETx0/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+001+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091476025113052466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ch has 36 bunks in a wagon, arranged in groups of 4 (2 upper, 2 lower) with a door closing each group off from the aisle. This is about 2 ½ times more expensive than platskart. And then there is luxury or S/V – only 2 bunks, bot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;h lower – swanky! I have no idea how much this costs, but flying is probably cheaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I left &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; at 11 pm on June 9 and arrived to Blagoveschensk at 9 am on June 11. One of the staff from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Muraviovka&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, my first destination, met me at the train station in Blago. I checked my luggage and spent the day wandering ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ound Blagoveschensk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; waiting for the bus to Muraviovka at 5 pm. Blago is right on the Amur River, and you can look across the Amur and see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiOphNIBUI/AAAAAAAAAho/GKew2_30NRo/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+002+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiOphNIBUI/AAAAAAAAAho/GKew2_30NRo/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+002+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091476222681548098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. It is a city of 250,000 people, and I immediately felt how much calmer it is than &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. First of all, it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; flat – which rather helps. No walking up crazy hills all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; time. The streets are wider, the architecture allows for actual spaces between the buildings, and there are a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ctually signal ligh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ts in the pedestrian crosswalks, and moreover, cars actually stop at them. And there aren’t even that many cars – sometimes you can cross a street without waiting for a signal! Amazing stuff. After wandering into a few stores in Blago I also started to understand why everyone says that everything costs tw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ice as much in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. If the cheapest loaf of bread costs 16 rubles in Vlad (about 60 cents), then is costs only 9 r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiO0BNIBVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8dkFzqJqEZg/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiO0BNIBVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8dkFzqJqEZg/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+004a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091476403070174546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ubles in Blago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Amur Region is known for being hot and h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;umid in the summer, and I could already feel it in Blagoveschensk – when I arrived at 9 am it was already 80 degrees out. But overall I was very lucky with the weather, and it only got really hot during the last week of my travels – the first week of July.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pictures: 1. A typical Russian train station (this is the station in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Khabarovsk&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;); 2. and 3. A wagon in platskart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiPERNIBWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/NIYO-Xc8bZE/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiPERNIBWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/NIYO-Xc8bZE/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+006a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091476682243048802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;; 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;arch in Blagoveschensk, constructed in the late 1800s for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; tsar-to-be Nikolai II’s travel through Blago on his way back to St Petersburg from Japan in 1891 (Japan-Vlad-and on west, you get it). 5. Amur River and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; on the other side; 6. World War II memorial in Blago. ; 7. “Our politics is the politics of the world!” Soviet mural in Blagoveschensk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blagoveschensk felt very Soviet in some ways – lots of Soviet monuments and propaganda left over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-8952142642863190262?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/8952142642863190262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=8952142642863190262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/8952142642863190262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/8952142642863190262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/07/taking-train-and-blagoveschensk-june-9.html' title='Taking the Train and Blagoveschensk (June 9 – 11, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqiN-hNIBQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ngYjAlRi-mU/s72-c/train+home+Khabarovsk+station+July+6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-459331267127169662</id><published>2007-07-04T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:15:57.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muraviovka Park for Sustainable Land Use (June 11 – 15, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqkz5hNIBiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/f5dXWTgT3yo/s1600-h/Kapustikha+Lake+July+11a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqkz5hNIBiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/f5dXWTgT3yo/s320/Kapustikha+Lake+July+11a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091657916978038306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On the afternoon of June 11 I left Blagoveschensk for &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Muraviovka&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; for Sustainable Land Use, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s only private nature reserve. The park is about 60-90 minute drive from Blagoveschensk, and the closest town to it is Muraviovka, 2-3 km away with a population of 800. &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Muraviovka&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; was founded in 1994 by Sergei Smirenskii, and it is the only nature reserve in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that is not funded by the government, and is not part of the Russian government’s system of local, regional and federal-level nature reserves. This has both its plusses and minuses – the main plus being that the park has a lot of independence to do what it wants to do; the minus being that the park has no strong arm of the government to fall back on if it has troubles, and that doing something out of the norm in Russia, especially if there is any foreign backing involved, sometimes brin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkxixNIBYI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s-7AKzX616k/s1600-h/Irises+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkxixNIBYI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s-7AKzX616k/s320/Irises+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091655327112758658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;gs the kind of suspicion that will increase your troubles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Most o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;f Muraviovka’s funding comes from international sources, including the International Crane Foundation (more on cranes below). THe park also supports a lot of its activities from money it raises on its own, through environmental education camps, tours and accomodations for visitors, selling some crops, and more. The territory of the park is rented from the local government under a long-term lease agreement. In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, if you rent land you must &lt;i style=""&gt;use &lt;/i&gt;it – you cannot just declare it a nature reserve and let it sit there. For Muraviovka this is an acceptable condition, because the park’s goal is to show that environmental protection and economic development can complement, rather than contradict, each other. Thus part of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;territory&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Muraviovka&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Park is under cultivation to grow soy, barley and wheat for sale, all without using any pesticides or herbicides. Muraviovka tries to attract local residents to work on this small-scale agricultu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkxvxNIBZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/5RiZBsqGXA0/s1600-h/Red+crowned+crane+%28yaponskii+zhuravl%29+Kivili+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkxvxNIBZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/5RiZBsqGXA0/s320/Red+crowned+crane+%28yaponskii+zhuravl%29+Kivili+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091655550451058066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ral enterprise, making it a way to improve living standards in poor local villages near the park – something inspiring to think about in theory, but is hard to make happen in practice. (After all, “sustainable development” may be a buzz word, but how many real successful examples o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;f sustainable development are there out there? It is very impressive to see people really working to make this happen.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The park also grows corn that is used to feed rare cranes that stop at the park in the fall on their migrations south to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for the winter. Muraviovka is an important nesting and migration stopover point for the rare red-crowned an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqkx4xNIBaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/zdqamhXFZIc/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqkx4xNIBaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/zdqamhXFZIc/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+011a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091655705069880738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d white-naped crane (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;японский и даурский журавли&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;), as well as the Far-Eastern stork (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;дальневосточный аист). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;These 3 species are listed in the Russian and World Conservation Union (IUCN) Red Books as endangered. Muraviovka also provides habitat for 4 other species of cranes. Each year there may be a few pairs or individuals of each of these species that nest in 6000-he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ctare &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Muraviovka&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in the spring and then inhabit it through the summer, plus hundreds that stop over here to rest and feed during the fall migration south. (The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;territory&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Muraviovka&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is an important stopover on the birds’ migration routes.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cranes and storks are also signature species at Khingansky Zapovednik, my next destination. At Muraviovka I started to learn more about the ecology and biology of these birds – where they nest (cranes build their nests in wetlands; storks in the trees), what they eat (mostly little fish), what their behavior is like, what they are threatened by. Cranes are known for their dancing, and they can dance anytime, just because they feel good. While wintering a whole flock can start dancing with one crane in the lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkyCRNIBbI/AAAAAAAAAig/8ZY8wtaOzf0/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+013a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkyCRNIBbI/AAAAAAAAAig/8ZY8wtaOzf0/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+013a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091655868278638002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Red-crowned cranes have the most complicated dances, and it even can be the case that every pair has its own dance. Each species of crane also has its calls, and you can identify 10-15 different calls, signifying such things as alarm, that there is food nearby, and so on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lately there has been a drop in numbers of red-crowned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; cranes in the Amur Region. Some think this might be due to the construction of hydroelectric dams on the Zeya and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bureya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Rivers&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (tributaries to the Amur), which significantly reduce flooding of wetlands and marshy areas, drying them out. Red-crowned cranes even more than other species really need wetlands, and they can’t adapt to another place if the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkyLxNIBcI/AAAAAAAAAio/vzeXkOpBmRE/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkyLxNIBcI/AAAAAAAAAio/vzeXkOpBmRE/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+012a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091656031487395266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;y dry out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;While I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;as at Muraviovka we had opportunities to see pairs of white-naped cranes and Far-Eastern storks in the park with chicks. (The chicks are born in the spring – May – and the parents and chicks will stay in the park until the fall migration south.) You can’t approach them closely, and you have to be very quiet, but you can see them through binoculars. We also saw “bachelor” red-crowned cranes, as well as roe deer. The best time to see them is early in the morning – which means I was up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;at or before 6 am a couple of days! In June in the Amur Region the sun is already up at 5:00 am, and does not go down until about 10:30 pm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Muraviovka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; keeps one red-crowned crane (named Kivili), two mandarin ducks (also a rare species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkydBNIBdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hnQQI13CB-E/s1600-h/kids+with+Kivili+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkydBNIBdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hnQQI13CB-E/s320/kids+with+Kivili+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091656327840138706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;), and one swan goose in pens at the park. Visitors to the park like to visit them. Muraviovka is known for being very strong in environmental education activities. Every year the park holds several 1-2-week long international environmental education camps (Russian-American, Russian-Chinese, Russian-Korean), pulling in both local kids and foreigners (Chinese and Korean kids), as well as Russian, American, and Chinese teachers. At least one camp each year is conducted all in English. This year in June and July Muraviovka has 3 camps (Russian-American, Russian-Korean, Russian-Chinese-American) that 200 kids total will attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Muraviovka spon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkynxNIBeI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sfIrE_fDLM8/s1600-h/Swan+goose+%28sukhonos%29+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkynxNIBeI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sfIrE_fDLM8/s320/Swan+goose+%28sukhonos%29+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091656512523732450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sors contests for both kids and adults related to nature conservation, and the projects the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;park receives are pretty amazing – real works of art. At the park itself, in addition to camps, Muraviovka also gives guided tours for visitors along a short environmental trail, and has a small environmental education center. The camps the park offers and the tours are not free (and neither is staying as the park), as the park uses the money it makes to stay in existence – it has no government funding, after all, and works to earn money on its own. Its ultimate – although perhaps unattainable – goal is to make enough money to cover all its costs – right now it earns money on the sale of the crops it grows, on camps and tours, and on overnight guest fees. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;While I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;as at Muraviovka I was lucky to get to spend plenty of time chatting with 4 of the park’s sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkzARNIBfI/AAAAAAAAAjA/MU7nLPHkN5w/s1600-h/environmental+camp+building+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkzARNIBfI/AAAAAAAAAjA/MU7nLPHkN5w/s320/environmental+camp+building+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091656933430527474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ff members – Sergei, the park’s founder, Marina, the park’s current director (who also teaches English at a local school), Galya, a university student doing summer field work in the park on crane roosting sites, and Svetlana, who works mostly out of Blagoveschensk. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; lives at the park year-round, even in the frigid and snowy Amur Region winters. These guys take care of everything from weeding and painting to piles of administrative paperwork to organizing workers for the fields. I really enjoyed spending time with them, and even though I was in Muraviovka for only 4 days, I already felt attached to them by the end. They are real enthusiasts, plus very friendly, and it is always wonderful to see people so dedicated to what they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkzUhNIBgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kwN6jVA4Uu4/s1600-h/Park+director+Marina+Kolodina+and+founder+Sergei+Smirenskii+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkzUhNIBgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kwN6jVA4Uu4/s320/Park+director+Marina+Kolodina+and+founder+Sergei+Smirenskii+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091657281322878466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On my third day at Muraviovka a group of Korean filmmakers came to the park from Khingansky Zapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vednik, and they brought with them an American graduate student, Robin, who is in vet school at Cornell and doing summer field work on parasites in cranes at Khingansky’s Center for Reintroduction of Rare Birds. Robin graduated from Harvard the same year that I graduated from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wellesley&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It is amazing where you will meet another intrepid Americans – off in the middle of nowhere in the Russian Far East! Robin and I would get to spend more time together in Khingansky, too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fun fact: The Amur Region is the number-one grower of marijuana in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It just grows here like weeds! Literally, we saw whole fields of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkzeBNIBhI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/y_r40hwl3K0/s1600-h/Galya+%28local+student%29+and+me+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqkzeBNIBhI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/y_r40hwl3K0/s320/Galya+%28local+student%29+and+me+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091657444531635730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pictures: 1. &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Scenic&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kapustikha&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt; Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in the evening, near the main resident (office, housing, etc.) at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Muraviovka&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;; 2. June is the season for beautiful irises in the Amur region; 3. and 4. Kivili, a red-crowned crane in captivity at the park. He was more than a meter tall.; 5. rushes along &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kapustikha&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;; 6. A far-away view of Muraviovka’s environmental education center; 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kids on a tour check out Kivili;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. A swan goose. This guy was aggressive and would lower his head and charge at visitors to his pen; 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inside one of the cabins where kids and teachers stay during the environmental camps (this one was super nice!); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. Marina and Sergei; 11. me and Galya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-459331267127169662?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/459331267127169662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=459331267127169662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/459331267127169662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/459331267127169662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/07/muraviovka-park-for-sustainable-land.html' title='Muraviovka Park for Sustainable Land Use (June 11 – 15, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqkz5hNIBiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/f5dXWTgT3yo/s72-c/Kapustikha+Lake+July+11a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-6985918213514090672</id><published>2007-07-03T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T04:10:20.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Khingansky Zapovednik (June 15 – July 2, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr3GhNIBnI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lNIuIXM-mHQ/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+141a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr3GhNIBnI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lNIuIXM-mHQ/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+141a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092154020060464754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On Friday, June 15 I left Muraviovka for Blagoveschensk, and from Blagoveschensk took a 5-hour afternoon and evening bus ride to the town of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Arkhara&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, near Khingansky Zapovednik. (Arkhara is a town of about 9000 people, and Khingansky’s main office is located there.) It was hot! No trip in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is without adventure, and we changed busses halfway through. The bus we took on the second half of the road to Arkhara was actually air-conditioned! This was a very good thing, because not all roads are well-paved, and there can be a lot of dust flying around – not so pleasant with open windows. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: Lake Klyoshenskoye, Antonovskoye Lesnichestvo, Khingansky Zapovednik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I arrived to Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hara at 9 pm and was met by the director of Khingansky Zapovednik’s science department, Slava. I had been corresponding with him over email for 2 months already and was really, really looking forward to my trip to Khingansky. Slava ha&lt;/span&gt;s been working at Khingansky Zapovednik since the early 1990s. He is a really enthusiastic and talkative guy, ready to show you everything, and to give you a detailed answer to any question about the zapovednik, science and more, with stories to go along. I have to say he taught me a lot about Khingansky, and I am so glad he made it possible for me to come visit and learn about the reserve’s work and its science department. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr3iRNIBoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/bOfjccZuunA/s1600-h/Khingansky+map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr3iRNIBoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/bOfjccZuunA/s320/Khingansky+map.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092154496801834626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slava decided we would go straight to the zapovednik – no need to spend the weekend in Arkhara. So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; he grabbed his backpack, we bought some groceries, and at about 9:30 we hopped into one of the zapovednik’s vans and headed out to the zapovednik’s ranger station on Lake Klyoshenskoye, about a 45-minute drive away. Khingansky zapovednik is divided into two parts, or clusters (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see map left&lt;/span&gt;), and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Klyoshenskoye&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is located in the smaller and more western of these two clusters, which founded in 1978 and is called Antonovskoye Lesnichestvo. The other, larger cluster was the original territory of the zapovednik, created in 1963. The ranger station on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr36xNIBpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/d5Bx5o9u0Bk/s1600-h/underground+refrigerator+at+Klyoshinskoye+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr36xNIBpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/d5Bx5o9u0Bk/s320/underground+refrigerator+at+Klyoshinskoye+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092154917708629650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Klyoshenskoye&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is by far the nicest ranger station in Khingansky Zapovednik, with a fairly new two-story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;house with a kitchen and 4 bedrooms for guests. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Klyoshenskoye&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is also home to the Station for Reintroductio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n of Rare Birds, just a few dozen meters this two-story house. At the Station there is also a kitchen and housing for the Station’s staff, plus pens for breeding and rehabilitating rare Far-Eastern storks, red-crowned and white-naped cranes, plus swans. Of course, there is no electricity here. (There is actually an underground refrigerator for keeping food in! You put the food in a plastic bag, tie it to the end of a 10-foot long rope, and lower it down into a hole.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: Robin using the underground fridge.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr4ThNIBqI/AAAAAAAAAkY/4yeWCDCbyI8/s1600-h/kordon+on+Klyoshinskoye+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr4ThNIBqI/AAAAAAAAAkY/4yeWCDCbyI8/s320/kordon+on+Klyoshinskoye+2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092155342910391970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The road does not go all the way to the ranger station, though. It ends on the opposite side of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Klyoshenskoye&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. So we got out, I put on my track pants on over my short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s (plenty of mosquitos here), we piled our stuff into a row boat, and Slava rowed us across the lake to the ranger station. We didn’t stay in the station, though – we camped in a tent. Slava told me a world of information about Khingansky Zapovednik, probably until about 2 in the morning or some ridiculous hour, especially considering we would get up at 5:30 the next day to take a hike through the Antonovskoye Lesnichestvo! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: ranger station at Lake Klyoshenskoye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually, getting up early in the Amur Region at t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr4nxNIBrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fUJeRovoInw/s1600-h/swan+over+Klyoshinskoye+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 247px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr4nxNIBrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fUJeRovoInw/s320/swan+over+Klyoshinskoye+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092155690802742962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;his time of year is definitely not a bad thing. The sun is already up. There are fewer bugs, and it is not nearly as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hot. This is a very good thing, because even though there are fewer bugs, there are still lots of bugs in the fiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d (mosquitoes, horseflies and ticks), which means you need to wear long pants and long sleeves no matter the temperature. Plus when it is cooler the animals are more active. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And although Slava has so much energy that I was almost frightened of the treks through the wilderness that may lie ahead of me, exploring in the morning and the evening means you can relax and sleep in the heat in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;afternoon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: swan from Station for Reintroduction)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So on my second day at Khingansky Slava and I set out at 6 am on a 3-4-hour hike through the Antonovskoye Lesnichestvo. The Antonovskoye Lesnichestvo is all lowlands, about 50% of it is marsh, another 10-15% is birch and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;oak forest&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. For this hike we stayed mostly in the forest. (The second cluster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of Khingansky Zapovednik, about three times as big and further east, is about ½ small hills (300-400 m high) an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr5ABNIBsI/AAAAAAAAAko/T8d63j2b508/s1600-h/Slava+Kastrikin+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr5ABNIBsI/AAAAAAAAAko/T8d63j2b508/s320/Slava+Kastrikin+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092156107414570690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d half wetlands.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We headed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;out through the woods (Slava pointing out or talking about something interesting the whole way) until we reached a spot with a view over a marshy meadow. From here we could look out through binoculars over the meadow to find roe deer, cranes and storks, and from this spot we saw 6 roe deer, 2 Far Eastern storks, and 1 pair of white-naped cranes. Not bad! Later on while walking through the woods and a bit of marsh we saw one roe deer fairly close-up (he bounded away from us), hawks, and all kinds of flowers (lilies and orchids.) There &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;were so many caterpillars in the woods that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y were falling on us constantly! I think both of us probably had 2-3 caterpillars attached to our clothes at all times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pictures: Slava checking for deer and birds (above); orchid bashmachok -- ladies' slipper (below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr5ghNIBuI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2whvSVSWkrs/s1600-h/Orcdhid+bashmachok+krupnotsekovyj+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr5ghNIBuI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2whvSVSWkrs/s320/Orcdhid+bashmachok+krupnotsekovyj+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092156665760319202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the evening we headed out on another hike, going the opposite direction. This time we were mostly in the marsh, which can make for some difficult walking. Although the marsh does not smell, and is not too wet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in June (you can get by with some short rubber boots (galoshes)), there are lots of round bumpy tufts of earth that stick out of a marsh, about a foot high or more, with lots of tall grass growing on top. In between these mounds are little shallow channels of water, say about 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; inches wide. This is pretty uneven ground to walk on! You can either try to walk from tuft top to tuft top – but the tufts are pretty uneven themselves – or walk in bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr5tRNIBvI/AAAAAAAAAlA/PvOUYTRD00s/s1600-h/roe+deer+scratches+antlers+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr5tRNIBvI/AAAAAAAAAlA/PvOUYTRD00s/s320/roe+deer+scratches+antlers+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092156884803651314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ween the tufts – almost impossible. Apparently, you get better with practice, but I felt pretty clumsy and jounced around, and was glad when we reached a wooden-plank trail that the zapovednik laid this year to make it easier to move about when fighting fires. We followed that trail out to a spot where four wolves had killed a roe deer a couple of weeks ago. While Slava searched for the few tufts of fur the wolves had left behind, I marveled at the size and number of fat reddish mosquitoes flying all around me in the heat. Oh, adventures! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture: A roe deer scratched his antlers on this little tree - a common picture)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That evening I met another visitor to the ranger station at Klyoshenskoye – a governmental official from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Rosprirodnadzor, the agency that oversees the zapovedniks. He had just returned to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; from a 20-day trip to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Oregon&lt;/st1:state&gt; and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:state&gt;, where, among other places, he had visited the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Wild&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Salmon&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…small world!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On Monday I left the ranger station at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Klyoshenskoye&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and spent the week in Arkhara, where I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr54RNIBwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0gkJAJZrLoQ/s1600-h/bug+time+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr54RNIBwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/0gkJAJZrLoQ/s320/bug+time+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092157073782212354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to meet 3 other science department staff, Lyosha, Marina and Misha, and spend a lot of time exploring the zapovednik’s publications and library, learning more about both Khingansky and the Russian PA system. Lyosha and Marina are married, and they took me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; while I was in Arkhara, letting me live with them for a few days. They were just wonderful! I am so lucky to have met so many kind, generous, smart and thoughtful people at Khingansky. They really made it a special place for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: me dressed to protect against bugs in the hear, in front of zapovednik buffer zone sign)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Khing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr6qBNIByI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4En9bTBgQSo/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+115a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr6qBNIByI/AAAAAAAAAlY/4En9bTBgQSo/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+115a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092157928480704290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nsky Zapovednik Activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like all zapovedniks, Khingansky has 3 departments: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;science, education and pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;otection; plus it also has the Station for Reintroduction of Rare Birds. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I spent almost all of my time at Khingansky with the staff in the science department. In addition to coordinating long-term monitoring of zapovednik ecosystems for the annual “Nature Chronicles,” like all zapovedniks, Khingansky also organizes scientific work related to a number of different topics, such as conservation of stork and sandpiper populations (Lyosha and Misha are t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr7fRNIB1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/HmiBzl2nIwQ/s1600-h/Slava+prepares+for+expedition+in+zap+office+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr7fRNIB1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/HmiBzl2nIwQ/s320/Slava+prepares+for+expedition+in+zap+office+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092158843308738386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he zapovednik’s 2 ornithologists – Lyosha studies shorebirds, Misha studies storks and cranes); the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;influence of fires and fire management; the influence of climate change; productivity of small bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of water, and so on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pictures: above: Lake Klyoshenskoye; below: Slava preparing a raft for a scientific expedition to the Bureya River)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some of the coolest work the science department does are winter counts of ungulate (hooved) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;species (de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, wild boar, etc). Each December and February they work in teams to ski on huge wide wooden and furry skis over 250 km (!) of routes through both clusters of the zapovednik, counting tracks. And they love it! Slava claims that one year they did these counts on a day that is was 50 below zero. (The Amur Region has a fairly extreme climate.) Khingansky is also unique in its use of GIS technology for science in the zapovednik – for example, they can map fires and also the sites of preventive burns. And they have a satellite system for monitoring fires in the zapovednik, thanks to a grant from US &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr7NxNIB0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/q7OxAPv5YJI/s1600-h/heron+a+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr7NxNIB0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/q7OxAPv5YJI/s320/heron+a+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092158542661027650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fish and Wildlife Service.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to say that I thought all of the scientists that I met at Khingansky were fantastic. They were all very enthusiastic about what they’re doing, and the fact that they do a lot of work together, on expeditions, really ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kes it seem like they are a united group. In the words of Lyosha, “ A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s Sergei Ignatenko [the former science &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;director] says – a team.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: Heron takes off on Lake Klyoshenskoye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ain threats in the zapovednik are fires (by far number 1 – there can be very serious fires in the Amur Region), and most of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the efforts of the nature protection department are focused on fire fighting and preventi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr7ABNIBzI/AAAAAAAAAlg/vMf7_cuqdnE/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+153a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr7ABNIBzI/AAAAAAAAAlg/vMf7_cuqdnE/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+153a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092158306437826354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on. In the spring and winter both the rangers in the reserve and the science staff do preventative burns in set areas. Last year Khingansky also held a seminar for local farmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (who often are suspected of setting fires to improve soil fertility, that then rage out of control) about burning, and has plans to work with local residents around the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arkharinsky District who set fires, so that they will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;do so responsibly. Another threat, particularly to bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; populations, is the Bureiskoye Dam and Reservoir, on the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bureya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The dam decreases natural flooding and can lead to the drying out of wetlands needed by cranes, for example. Of course, there is also the threat of poaching for fis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr79xNIB2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/6u1iW5BZu8s/s1600-h/sign+for+kids+enviro+camp+on+Lake+Dolgoe+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 266px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr79xNIB2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/6u1iW5BZu8s/s320/sign+for+kids+enviro+camp+on+Lake+Dolgoe+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092159367294748514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h and deer, boar, etc on the territory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of the reserve. Back in the 1990s the inspectors here used to set spikes behind the cars of poachers who drove into the zapovednik in the winter illegally to hunt deer an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d boar – once your tires get popped, you might think again about hunting in the reserve. Slava noted that boars today in the reserve versus outside of the reserve demonstrate interesting behavior: boars in the reserve forage for food in the day and sleep at night – obviously, they feel comfortab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;le walking around in broad daylight without fear that they’ll get shot – but boars in neighboring unprotected territories do the opposite – they sleep during the day and forage at night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pictures: above: Lake Klyoshenskoye as sun goes down; to left: sign for Khingansky's environmental education camp, "Khingan Country")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;education department at Khingansky has been running annua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr8eBNIB3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/oaIX3aJHB2c/s1600-h/Khingansky+Lake+Klyoshenskoye+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr8eBNIB3I/AAAAAAAAAmA/oaIX3aJHB2c/s320/Khingansky+Lake+Klyoshenskoye+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092159921345529714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;l environmental education camps on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Dolgoe&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in the buffer zone of the Antonovskoye Lesnichestvo since 1996. They also have a kids scientific conference for the Amur Region, for which participants design thei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r own scientific research projects in the field (the winners go to camp for free); Khingansky has involved kids in counting birds (cranes, storks, etc) in the zapovednik, planting trees and conducting fire prevention measures; and they have held various artistic contests, and more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Station for Reintroduction of Rare Birds has been around si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nce 1988 and breeds red-crowned and white-naped cranes for release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr8qxNIB4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/NzL_DSVwEvs/s1600-h/month+old+storks+reintro+center+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr8qxNIB4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/NzL_DSVwEvs/s320/month+old+storks+reintro+center+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092160140388861826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; into the zapovednik. It is very difficult to breed and release &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;these birds successfully into the wild – they may not fly away south on winter migrations, for example, or they might just keep coming back to the place they h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;atched, rather than finding their own spot in nature. Most reintroduction stations release chicks into the wild in the fall (the chicks hatch in the spring and migrate south in the fall), but the station at Khingansky waits until the chicks are a year old and release them the next spring, reasoning that several month-old chicks can’t find their w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ay south to migrate their first fall – they don’t have the usual help from their parents, since they were born in captivity. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture above: Lena washing basins at pier at St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr85RNIB5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OaSyik8TYnI/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+151+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr85RNIB5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/OaSyik8TYnI/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+151+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092160389496965010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ation for Reintroduction of Rare Birds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he station also keeps swans and Far Eastern stor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ks. When I was there, there were 2 month-old storks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;there who had fallen out of their nest in a st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rong wind storm in  early June (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictured above)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Last picture (to right):  Lake Klyoshenskoye)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-6985918213514090672?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/6985918213514090672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=6985918213514090672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/6985918213514090672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/6985918213514090672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/07/khingansky-zapovednik-june-15-july-2.html' title='Khingansky Zapovednik (June 15 – July 2, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqr3GhNIBnI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lNIuIXM-mHQ/s72-c/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+141a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-4465233769644337059</id><published>2007-07-02T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T04:10:55.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expedition to the Bureya River (June 22-28, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsTfRNIB6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/PrD9eEcnBxE/s1600-h/zapovednik+van+and+all+our+stuff+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsTfRNIB6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/PrD9eEcnBxE/s320/zapovednik+van+and+all+our+stuff+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092185231587805090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Since 2000 the science department at Khingansky Zapovednik has been studying the effects of the Bureiskoye Hydroelectric Dam and Reservoir (built on the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bureya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, a tributary of the Amur) on surrounding ecosystems and on Khingansky Zapovednik. When I first started talking to Slava about visiting Khingansky, he agreed that the reserve’s science staff could take me on an expedition to the Bureiskoye Reservoir in June. On June 22, we left for this expedition. Our company: Slava, Lyosha, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Vitaly, a technician at the zapovednik, me, Robin, and Olga, a student from Birobidzhan studying the potential for development of recreation on the reservoir. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: the zapovednik van (uazik) that took us to the reservoir and all our stuff (unloaded) -- good thing we weren't backpacking!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsTwhNIB7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/5YY4dqedszQ/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+057a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsTwhNIB7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/5YY4dqedszQ/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+057a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092185527940548530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hingansky Zapovednik studies the reservoir together with the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Russian&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of Sciences’ Institute for Aquatic and Ec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ological Studies, based out of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Khabarovsk&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. There are 6 sites on the reservoir where scientific research is being done on the influence of the reservoir, and Khingansky zapovednik is responsible for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;work at three of these sites. (Unfortunately, right now there are problems with ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;tting research done at the control point, so comparison is difficult. ) Khingansky scientists travel to the Bureiskoye Reservoir 3-4 times a year, in spring, fall and winter, and most of their work focuses on counts of animal species – birds, large m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsVfxNIB-I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Ji9wEiWCpH0/s1600-h/cool+flower+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsVfxNIB-I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Ji9wEiWCpH0/s320/cool+flower+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092187439200995298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ammals, rodents. A book of articles was recently published about the effects of the Bureiskoye Dam and Reservoir, and estimates were made of the environmental damage, to what extent animal populations would decline (very significant declines expected, i.e. disappearance of 2/3 of populations), and so on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pictures: cool plants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This scientific monitoring work is funded by the company that owns the Bureiskoye Reservoir. Inter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;estingly, however, this is a different company than the company that owns the dam (i.e., the huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsUAxNIB8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/qF3CwpfQKPM/s1600-h/Bureya+Reservoir+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsUAxNIB8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/qF3CwpfQKPM/s320/Bureya+Reservoir+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092185807113422786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; concrete structure) itself. This can lead to some interesting situations (of the sort you only come across in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;). For example, on June 22 we had to cross the dam in our car to get to our research site. The owners of the dam didn’t want to let us through. They don’t talk to the owners of the reservoir, who are funding the research. On the day of our departure back to Arkhara, June 28, our driver had to cross the dam again to pick us up on the shore of the reservoir. But the dam was now closed until July 6. Nobody told us! (And our driver had no cell phone! Ultimately Slava walked quite a ways to get to the dam from the reservoir, walked across and dam and found our driver, while we took the motor boat with all our stuff to be picked up at another inlet, where the driver and Slava met us.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: Bureiskoye Reservoir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The dam on the Bureya has been a project ever since the 1970s, although due to financial and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; political difficulties during the end of the Soviet era and the 1990s, it is only being completed today. The dam first began &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsVUhNIB9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Us3J0v-of0k/s1600-h/Robin+Marina++Olga+waiting+for+lunch+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsVUhNIB9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Us3J0v-of0k/s320/Robin+Marina++Olga+waiting+for+lunch+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092187245927466962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;producing electricity in 2003 or 2004. There is another dam in the Amur Region, on another tributary of the Amu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r, the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Zeya&lt;/st1:place&gt;, that was built in the 1970s. Generally there are plans for quite a number of hydroelectric dams to b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e built in the next 2 decades on tributaries of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Amur River&lt;/st1:place&gt;. (Hopefully, none will be built on the Amur itself, as that could be quite disastrous for the river’s ecosystems.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture left: Robin, Marina, Olga preparing lunch)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Unfortunately, the presence of hydropower in the Amur Region does not mean cheaper electricity prices for the region’s residents. While consumers in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Irkutsk&lt;/st1:city&gt;, for example, pay less for electricity (there is a dam right in town), residents of the Amur region pay some of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s highest prices for electricity. There is a s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsV5xNIB_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/DFDqQJ5KJfQ/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+098a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 226px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsV5xNIB_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/DFDqQJ5KJfQ/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+098a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092187885877594098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;uspicion th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;at the electricity being generated by dams in the Amur Region, current and future, is going to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The most immediately visible effect of the dam is a “dead” zone of dead trees and wood extending several meters up along all shores of the Bureiskoye reservoir. It is fairly rough on the eyes. This dead zone appeared because the shores of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bureya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; were not logged before the dam began working. Overall, it is planned that water in the Bureiskoye Reservoir will rise about 20 meters above the original level of the river when the dam is operating at full power. (The dam is not at full capacity yet, and the d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsWLRNICAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/5TcstgVWpfA/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+075a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsWLRNICAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/5TcstgVWpfA/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+075a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092188186525304834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;am owners raise the water level a bit more each year.) Theoretically this means that all the trees up to an elevation of 20 m above the level of water i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n the river should have been logged and cleared out before construction of the dam. They weren’t, and when the water level began to rise, the trees got drowned. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pictures: dead zone, Bureiskoye Reservoir)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But, the water level in the reservoir doesn’t stay the same height year-round. In the fall, after &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;summer rains, the water reaches its highest level (drowning new trees each year). Then the dam draws water from the reservoir through the spring – and as it draws water, it exposes dead drowned trees). At this time of year, in June,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; the water level in the reservoir is pretty low – it will fill up again when summer rains begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsWbRNICBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/35KmaDzGvuc/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+074a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsWbRNICBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/35KmaDzGvuc/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+074a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092188461403211794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There used to be about 1700 roe deer inha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;biting the hills around the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bureya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It is estimat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ed that a third of this population – 500-600 deer – drowned this winter in the Bureiskoye Reservoir! Although, no one is sure – it could be more, could be less. Roe deer can’t handle snow more than 70 cm high, and the snow reaches that level at the tops of the hills around the reservoir. So the deer more to lower elevations, and usually they would migrate across the iced-over river – they can’t st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ay trapped in a narrow zone along the shore. However, the river doesn’t freeze as well now due to the reservoir, and this year a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;of deer fell through the ice and drowne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pictre: Bureiskoye Reservoir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsXKhNICDI/AAAAAAAAAng/YPbTsUXnNGk/s1600-h/our+camp+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsXKhNICDI/AAAAAAAAAng/YPbTsUXnNGk/s320/our+camp+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092189273152030770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After driving to the dam from Arkhara (about a 2-hour drive) and finally getting permission to drive over the dam, we took a 2-hour motor boat ride on the reservoir and made a camp. Russians are really good at camping, so we were not roughing it too much, to be honest. We had 3 4-person tents, and the guys made a wooden structure to put a tarp over, making a big tent for our groceries. We even had a wooden table with stumps for chairs. And, of course, when there are plenty of dead trees all around, there is no shortage of firewood. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: our camp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyosha had the main work on this trip – countin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsXrRNICEI/AAAAAAAAAno/vpiqD5b6j4A/s1600-h/Marina+untangling+net+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsXrRNICEI/AAAAAAAAAno/vpiqD5b6j4A/s320/Marina+untangling+net+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092189835792746562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;g birds. In the spring and the fall Lyosha sets 14 nets for catching birds (12 10-meter nets for small birds, and 2 30-m nets for larger birds). He puts most of the nets in the “dead zone” of dead trees, because it’s interesting to see what birds might be using that area – they are taking a risk, since their young have to learn to fly before the water level rises and drowns the trees again in the fall. He also puts nets in the forest, of course. Lyosha is also interested in finding out how changes in the shoreline (like those that occur when you build a dam) affect bird populations. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture: Marina untangling net to catch birds)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsX3xNICFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fuDF3tnpPa4/s1600-h/Lyosha+removing+bird+from+net+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsX3xNICFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fuDF3tnpPa4/s320/Lyosha+removing+bird+from+net+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092190050541111378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;t takes a long time – most of a day – to put up all the nets, and then Lyosha checks them several times per day. When a bird gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsYohNICHI/AAAAAAAAAoA/JS8QAKC_oAU/s1600-h/Lyosha+and+Marine+taking+bird+measurements+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsYohNICHI/AAAAAAAAAoA/JS8QAKC_oAU/s320/Lyosha+and+Marine+taking+bird+measurements+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092190888059734130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; caught, Lyosha untangles it, brings it back to camp and weighs it, determines its sex and body fat, measures its beak, wings, and so on. He a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;lso tags each bird by putting a tiny metal ring on it. Even though most of the birds he catches are small sparrow-like birds, they can live 6-7 years, and Lyosha might catch them again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyosha also goe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s on hikes to do counts by call (Lyosha can recognize 50-60 different spec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsYXhNICGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yROIjWRnEYU/s1600-h/Lyosha+tags+%28koltsuet%29+bird+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsYXhNICGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yROIjWRnEYU/s320/Lyosha+tags+%28koltsuet%29+bird+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092190596001957986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ies by their calls, which he claims really isn’t much of an achievement) and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; register birds he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; sees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;(визуальные встречи). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The coolest bird he caught at the reservoir while we w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ere there was a nightjar (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;козодой). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This bird has an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; amazing and loud call. It has a huge mouth and at night it flies with its mouth wide-open in order to catch insects. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pictures: above: Lyosha removing a bird from the net; Lyosha and Marine taking measurements and recording)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Slava also took us on a few hikes around the reservoir, counting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;mammals by their scat. He is, um, quite the scat expert – he call tell you the animal, its sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsZMhNICII/AAAAAAAAAoI/T-fYEYMMqXw/s1600-h/Slava+examines+bear+scat+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsZMhNICII/AAAAAAAAAoI/T-fYEYMMqXw/s320/Slava+examines+bear+scat+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092191506535024770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, how fresh the scat is, what the animal ate, and so on. So although we did not see any bears, deer, hares, grouse, or elk, we did see what they left behind. We also saw quite a lot of tracks and even learned to distinguish them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture left: Slava inspecting some bear scat as Robin looks on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Our trip was not without its fun an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d amusement, of course! Navigating a motor boat through lots of tangled, partially sunken dead wood provided amuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ment of sorts in and of itself. We got leg massages from minno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ws in the reservoir’s shallows and went swimming in the reservoir – I even made it past a lot of the dead woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsajBNICKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CzLtTNjrGE4/s1600-h/Slava+Marina+and+Lyosha+pull+boat+in+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsajBNICKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CzLtTNjrGE4/s320/Slava+Marina+and+Lyosha+pull+boat+in+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092192992593709218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d – being careful not to knock your legs on an unsee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n log – that can be painful – and out into real open water, where I could really swim. We told jokes and anecdotes around the campfire. We did our best for Olga to think of ways to develop recreation. (Snorkeling in underwater forests! Seriously though, obviously, the dead zone of trees w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ould be a major factor limiting reaction potential. Otherwise, it’s a fairly pretty setting. Although there aren’t too many people in the near vicinity to recreate here, either.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pictur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e: Slava tries to navigate throug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqsa1hNICLI/AAAAAAAAAog/vCoTFLtHfOY/s1600-h/Vitaly+Olga+Robin+Slava+chat+in+campa+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqsa1hNICLI/AAAAAAAAAog/vCoTFLtHfOY/s320/Vitaly+Olga+Robin+Slava+chat+in+campa+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092193310421289138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h the logs with Lyosha and Marina's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; help)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Vitaly took advantage o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;f one current form of recreation on the reservoir pretty well. There are plenty of pike in the reservoir (a species that wasn’t around in such large numbers before the dam), and Vitaly spent most of his free ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;me fishing. He caught a lot of pike! So he and Slava decided they should smoke the fish. Now, to smoke fish you need a big barrel, kind of like a steel drum. We didn’t have a big barrel. “Don’t worry, we’ll find one!” says Slava. Robin to me: “How are they going to f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsbDxNICMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Z058veDIDO0/s1600-h/more+fish+smoking+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsbDxNICMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Z058veDIDO0/s320/more+fish+smoking+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092193555234425026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ind a barrel?” Good point; after all, we are on a reservoir absolutely in the middle of nowhere. But they did find a barrel! And a bunch of hooks to hang the fish on inside the barrel. Don’t ask me… But after two says of smoking fish, we had plenty to take home from the ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;pedition. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Vitaly, Ogla, Robin and Slava around the campfire; Slava preparing fish to be smoked)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsbcxNICNI/AAAAAAAAAow/hHMhb--QF5U/s1600-h/cormorant+landing+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsbcxNICNI/AAAAAAAAAow/hHMhb--QF5U/s320/cormorant+landing+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092193984731154642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After we returned from the Bureya on July 28, I got to go back into Khingansky Zapovednik and spend another weekend at the ranger station on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Klyoshenskoye&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. This time I lived in a room in the ranger station, not in a tent. Robin was also there, doing her vet school work on parasites in cranes. It seemed the real summer had now set in, and it was HOT! However, it is really quite scenic at the ranger station. Robin and I hiked in the heat to the site of the environmental education camp organized by the zapovednik, a few kilometers away in the buffer zone of the zapovednik, on Lake Dolgoe (in translation, “Long Lake” – the longest lake in the Amur Region, at 18 km long). We also went swimming and rowed around &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Klyoshenskoye&lt;/st1:placename&gt; in the evening (I even got to try my hand at some rowing in a row boat), and we saw a number of herons and cormorants in the grasses along the shore (plus the swans kept at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Reintroduction&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;). I went back to Arkhara on Sunday, July 1, spent another ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ening with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Lyosha and Marina, and then headed to Birobidzhan and the Jew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ish Autonomous Region the next day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Cormorant landing on Lake Klyoshinskoye; me learning to row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqsb4BNICPI/AAAAAAAAApA/QK3jbEfMIjA/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+134a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 201px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/Rqsb4BNICPI/AAAAAAAAApA/QK3jbEfMIjA/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+134a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092194452882589938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsbvBNICOI/AAAAAAAAAo4/WjkK4bSniAc/s1600-h/learning+to+row+on+Klyoshenskoyea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 202px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsbvBNICOI/AAAAAAAAAo4/WjkK4bSniAc/s320/learning+to+row+on+Klyoshenskoyea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092194298263767266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-4465233769644337059?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/4465233769644337059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=4465233769644337059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/4465233769644337059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/4465233769644337059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/07/expedition-to-bureya-river-june-22-28.html' title='Expedition to the Bureya River (June 22-28, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqsTfRNIB6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/PrD9eEcnBxE/s72-c/zapovednik+van+and+all+our+stuff+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-8363229730847707685</id><published>2007-07-01T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T04:11:30.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birobidzhan (July 2-6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqrPRBNIBmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TB64-HuWhak/s1600-h/Friendship+%28Druzhba%29+with+China+monument+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 296px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqrPRBNIBmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TB64-HuWhak/s320/Friendship+%28Druzhba%29+with+China+monument+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092110219983980130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On July 2 I left Arkhara on a (very hot) 5-hour train ride to Birobidzhan, the capital of the Jewish Autonomous Region (also right on the border with &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;). Not far from Birobidzhan is the zapovednik Bastak, created very recently, in 1997. Here as in Khingansky I learned about the activities of this zapovednik, got to meet the director and staff, and more. Of course, since I didn’t have as much time, I didn’t see things in as much detail, although I still collected enough info for a good impression. But I won’t repeat it all here – there is enough material for you, dear reader, ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqrO6BNIBkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vET9LaqazsQ/s1600-h/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+176+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 295px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqrO6BNIBkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vET9LaqazsQ/s320/Amur+Region+and+EAO+June+9+-+July7+176+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092109824846988866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;out Khingansky!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I also got to tour around Birobidzhan a bit. It is a very green and quiet city. It has existed only since 1937, and there are only about 80,000 people here. (There are probably only 100,000 in all of the Jewish Autonomous Region.) Despite the name of the region, only 4% of inhabitants here are Jewish. However many signs are in both Russian and Yiddish! In Birobidzhan it was also very hot – sunny 95-degree days made me happy to return to cool and cloudy &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on July 7. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pictures of Birobidzhan: 1. Monument to Chinese-Russian friendship; 2. Orthodox church; 3. Sveta, me and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqrPExNIBlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/N6MbGntb5ko/s1600-h/Sveta+me+Nastya+in+front+of+philharmonic+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqrPExNIBlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/N6MbGntb5ko/s320/Sveta+me+Nastya+in+front+of+philharmonic+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092110009530582610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Nastya in front of the fountain at the philharmonic. Sveta and Nastya are university students doing summer internships in the environmental education department at Bastak. They develop lectures on various ecology and environmental-conservation topics that might be of interest to local schools and teachers. Sveta, Nastya, and another student, Anya, took me on a tour of Birbidzhan my first morning in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-8363229730847707685?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/8363229730847707685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=8363229730847707685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/8363229730847707685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/8363229730847707685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/07/birobidzhan-july-2-6.html' title='Birobidzhan (July 2-6)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RqrPRBNIBmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TB64-HuWhak/s72-c/Friendship+%28Druzhba%29+with+China+monument+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-3584283142212834125</id><published>2007-06-02T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:23:10.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from another Fulbrighter (May 30 - June 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RmIJdJkvSxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wU6hqZtiQ4s/s1600-h/Danielle+visit+May+30+-+June+2+002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RmIJdJkvSxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wU6hqZtiQ4s/s400/Danielle+visit+May+30+-+June+2+002a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071626526763469586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From May 30 – June 2 I had a visit from another Fulbrighter, Danielle, which was really a treat. Danielle is a Russian and Chemistry double major from Duke, and for the last 9 months she has been working in a lab in Pushino, outside of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Moscow&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. For the last couple of weeks Danielle has been doing a little traveling out east of the Urals, and she visited me after &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Irkutsk&lt;/st1:city&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Baikal&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We had a great time talking away and sharing experiences about the Fulbright, life in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, mentors, education, trains and more. After a day of downpour and plenty of clouds and chilly 50-degree temperatures the week before, we had some great weather for Danielle’s visit. Plus, I got to enjoy being a tourist in my own city, going to the Botanical Gardens outside of town, taking a trip to nearby Russian Island, checking out Vladivostok’s Hare Krishna restaurant, and strolling along the Amur Bay waterfront, which at this time of year has live music (singing), plenty of outdoor beer tents, kiosks selling real ice cream and souvenirs, and entertainers – a mime, a caricature portrait artist, and a very sociable monkey that takes pictures with the crowds&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RmII0pkvSwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tFYyOx4qJRA/s1600-h/Danielle+visit+May+30+-+June+2+012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RmII0pkvSwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tFYyOx4qJRA/s320/Danielle+visit+May+30+-+June+2+012a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071625830978767618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. On Danielle’s last day they even turned the hot water back on in my apartment – ahead of schedule! What a lovely surprise.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Pictures: 1. Me an&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;d Danielle at the Vladivostok Botanical Gardens (maintained by the Russian &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sciences Far Eastern Branch&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;). It was beautiful there, although on the path through the forest we found a few too many ticks for our liking. 2. Kids on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Russian&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Russian&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; is large island just a 45-minute ferry ride from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but very few people live there, and most of it is green and unsettled. It rather has the look of a military fortress zone abandoned by the Soviets – probably because it was. Formerly off-limits, today the island is visited by local tourists in the summer and is now one centerpiece for plans to develop the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Far East&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The Russian government hopes to host the Asian Pacific Economic Forum here in 2012, build a bridge from Vladivostok to Russian Island, construct a world-class aquarium (Russia’s first) on its shores, and more. We’ll see what the future holds!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-3584283142212834125?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/3584283142212834125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=3584283142212834125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3584283142212834125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3584283142212834125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/06/visit-from-another-fulbrighter-may-30.html' title='Visit from another Fulbrighter (May 30 - June 2)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RmIJdJkvSxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wU6hqZtiQ4s/s72-c/Danielle+visit+May+30+-+June+2+002a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-7906387380873779853</id><published>2007-05-21T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:39:14.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfall Hike (May 15, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJpjestv7I/AAAAAAAAAao/ZGrkyRPSsbs/s1600-h/Venevskoye+Falls+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJpjestv7I/AAAAAAAAAao/ZGrkyRPSsbs/s320/Venevskoye+Falls+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067228589002178482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this trip to the Lazovsky District Diana and Sergei introduced me to a friend of theirs, Oleg Nikolaevich Voronoi, and he immediately invited me on a hike the next day to some nearby well-known waterfalls, which also are protected as a nature monument, “Elamovsky Spring.” (Elamovsky is the name of the river you follow to the falls. From the “spring” in the name I conclude the river must have its source underground.) It was super nice of Oleg to extend the invitation. Hikes always make my day, and this was a good one.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The falls have a number of names, as far as I understand, so I’ll just choose one I lik&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJpPOstv6I/AAAAAAAAAag/vPj-EpsMjO8/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+037a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJpPOstv6I/AAAAAAAAAag/vPj-EpsMjO8/s320/Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+037a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067228241109827490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e – Benevskiye waterfalls. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went on the hike together with Oleg, his wife Galina Nikolaevna, her father Nikolai Alekseevich, and Elena Viktorovna, a teacher and employee of the Institute for Teacher Qualifications in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, who was visiting Lazo to give a seminar for teachers there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole waterfall and hike concept really reminded me of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oregon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;! Of course, after getting to see the waterfalls of the Columbia River Gorge it’s now hard to find landscapes that will impress me, which Oleg surely didn’t know, but these waterfalls were very nice, high and fairly impressiv&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJpCustv5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/XTA2WRNEuYk/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+039a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJpCustv5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/XTA2WRNEuYk/s320/Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+039a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067228026361462674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e. Water is an amazing force in any case. Here there was actually an organized trail and everything. Today we were the only people on it, although it was beautiful weather and a great day for a hike. It is 12 km round-trip, and we started only at 4 pm, but this is okay, because it stays light out until 9:30. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oleg is the Lazovsky District representative for the political party “United Russia,” which is by far the most dominant party in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. (They pretty much have no competition.) I had never met a Russian party representative before, so had no idea what to expect. However, Oleg is pretty cool, and I liked him. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJoyOstv4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VdbQVnluZe8/s1600-h/cool+fern+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJoyOstv4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VdbQVnluZe8/s320/cool+fern+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067227742893621122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has lived in the town of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lazo&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (pop. 3000-4000) his whole life, and his grandfather was the very first Russian resettled to Lazo in the early 1900s. Oleg used to be a school teacher and in the early 1990s founded an environmental organization dedicated to environmental education. He also has written some books and poetry for kids; he gave me one book as a present. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is often a problem in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with visitors leaving trash on trails, in the forest, on beaches, etc. In short, there is not much of a “leave no trace” culture here. On this trail there were &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJoh-stv3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ftJYBaw8t4E/s1600-h/Oleg+helps+Nikolai+Alekseevich+acrossa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJoh-stv3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ftJYBaw8t4E/s320/Oleg+helps+Nikolai+Alekseevich+acrossa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067227463720746866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;set areas to leave your trash, so there was less trash than usual on the trail itself, but still enough. Oleg picked up every piece of garbage he saw along the trail the whole way to the falls and back. This was pretty touching, actually. By the middle of the hike he had me picking up candy wrappers and bottles, too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the hike started it was plenty warm, and since spring was just beginning here, there was plenty of new green and flowers all around. This hike involved crossing a small yet rapidly-flowing mou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJoRestv2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/vvxhIHeI4EI/s1600-h/looking+down+from+top+of+falls+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJoRestv2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/vvxhIHeI4EI/s320/looking+down+from+top+of+falls+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067227180252905314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ntain river (the Elamovsky) a number of times, and although the water was never too deep, there were plenty of rocks to complicate things. We were lucky that someone before us had made a lot of “bridges” across the river out of fallen trees. Although, I would still not call these crossings safe! Good balance definitely required.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where we hiked is an area where tigers, sable and goral (an animal like a large black mountain goat) can certainly visit, which we could tell by the surrounding landscape (cliffs for the goral, for example; we also found sable scat) – but we did not see any wild animals (besides ticks, of course). We did get to see some really cool plants, particularly ferns and very pretty wild rhododendrons with lavender flowers. We also passed a h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJoEustv1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/l3ONWYyKdj4/s1600-h/snow+above+falls+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 279px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJoEustv1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/l3ONWYyKdj4/s320/snow+above+falls+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067226961209573202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;andful of 500-700-year-old yew trees, a very unique tree here, which Russians also call “red tree” due to its red bark. (Despite their old age they were not too tall or enormously wide – yew trees aren’t.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You gradually go uphill on this hike, and at the waterfalls itself – and particularly at the top of the falls – the end of our trip – there was actually still plenty of snow. Apparently in the winter the outside edges of the falls freeze over, but the water still runs through the center, and it sounds like music. Above these falls the river keeps going, and Oleg says there are another 25 waterfalls ahead, but of course, we didn’t have time to check out any more on this d&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJn2Ostv0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/wqDavgbd_RM/s1600-h/me+and+falls+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJn2Ostv0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/wqDavgbd_RM/s320/me+and+falls+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067226712101470018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Pictures:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; 1. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Venevskiy&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;e&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, 2. Spring is here! It was very green at the start of the trail. 3. A scenic view of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Elamovsky&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (Spring), 4. A cool fern. We saw a lot of these on the hike, although I haven’t figured out what they’re called yet, 5. Oleg helped everyone out on river crossings (here with Nikolai Alekseevich), 6. view looking down at the river from the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; top of the falls, 7. there was plenty of snow above the falls, 8. some amateur photography going on – me at the top of the falls&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-7906387380873779853?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/7906387380873779853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=7906387380873779853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/7906387380873779853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/7906387380873779853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/05/waterfall-hike-may-16-2007.html' title='Waterfall Hike (May 15, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJpjestv7I/AAAAAAAAAao/ZGrkyRPSsbs/s72-c/Venevskoye+Falls+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-3299351344079164312</id><published>2007-05-21T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:46:08.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merganser Research in the Lazovsky District (May 11-17, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJmoOstvyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qwPOahdfqYM/s1600-h/merganser+checking+out+backpack+may+12a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJmoOstvyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qwPOahdfqYM/s400/merganser+checking+out+backpack+may+12a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067225372071673634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in March one of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Institute&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Marine Biology&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s education specialists, Liliya, introduced me to a friend of hers, Diana Solovyova. Diana is a scientist at Wrangel Island Zapovednik (nature reserve), located way up north in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arctic Circle&lt;/st1:place&gt;. She studies marine ducks. Every year since 2001 Diana has come to the Lazovsky District, located about 200 km north of Vladivostok, together with her husband, Sergei, to study a rare duck species, the merganser (&lt;i style=""&gt;Mergus squamatus&lt;/i&gt;; in Russian, &lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;чешуйчатый крохаль). &lt;/span&gt;(Sergei is actually a geographer and expert on mammoths! He also works at Wrangel Island, and he and Diana have been working in the zapovednik system, and particularly in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arctic&lt;/st1:place&gt;, for their entire professional careers.)   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diana is super, and back in March she agreed that I could come spend some time with her and Sergei in the field. So I took my second trip out to Lazovsky District in mid-May (this time it was much greener than in mid-April!), and I not only got a chance to see Diana and Sergei’s work in the field, but also to talk with them about everything from science to education to politics to the zapovednik system. They are both fantastic people, and I had a great time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;About Mergansers and Diana’s Research&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mergansers are &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJmRestvwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SU0H78gaYjw/s1600-h/Kishenyovka+3+May+14+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJmRestvwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SU0H78gaYjw/s400/Kishenyovka+3+May+14+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067224981229649666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a rare species found only in the Russian Far East and Northern China; they winter in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Nobody is exactly sure how many of these ducks there are left in the wild; estimates range anywhere from 2,000-10,000 individuals. 80% are in the Russian Far East. Why, you may ask, are scientists from the Arctic’s Wrangel Island studying this bird in the Russian Far East, when mergansers don’t travel to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wrangel  Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;? It turns out that if you study marine birds and you work in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arctic&lt;/st1:place&gt;, like Diana, you don’t have too much to do in the field before June, when the birds start to arrive for the summer. The Ministry of Natural Resources, which pays all zapovednik employees, is okay with employees from one zapovednik doing work in another zapovednik (in this case, Wrangel Island employees doing work for Lazovsky Zapovednik), as long as they’re not busy in their own reserve. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because Diana does work on marine ducks, she has worked not only in the Russian Arctic but also in the places these birds migrate to – the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Alaska&lt;/st1:state&gt;) and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Northern Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;. She also knows English very well. Mergansers are an IUCN (World Conservation Union) Red Book Species (meaning they’re rare), so there is a lot of international interest in studying them, and people approached Diana. Since 2001 the research she leads on mergansers in the Primor&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJnMustvzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/WJEGO9mfok0/s1600-h/Kishenyovka+5+soviet+fence+May+14a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJnMustvzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/WJEGO9mfok0/s320/Kishenyovka+5+soviet+fence+May+14a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067225999136898866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ye Region of the Russian Far East has been stably supported by a number of grants (from US Fish and Wildlife Service, etc.). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The location: Diana and Sergei work in 4 adjacent districts in the Primorye Region, but they do most of their work in the Lazovsky District. The field season: late March to late May. The last two years they have rented a house in Kishenyovka, a village of 240 people located in the Lazovsky District on the border of Lazovsky Zapovednik. (Diana estimates that of these 240 people, maybe 5 of them are employed. The rest don’t really seem to want to work, and how they spend their time was beyond Diana and Sergei. Obviously, they are a threat to the zapovednik, since they can easily cross into the territory and illegally fell trees, collect herbs, etc.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The science team: Diana, Sergei, their field and equipment assistant, also Sergei, and Diana and Sergei’s very happy 3-year-old black lab, Joy, are constantly together. Valery Shokhrin, a Lazovsky Zapovednik scientist who is a specialist on predatory birds, also often joins them in the field. And then they have visitors like me, or like Tony, a marine birds specialist from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Denmark&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; who spent a couple of weeks in the field with Diana this year in late March-early April. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mergansers nest in tree hollows on river banks, and a big part of Diana’s research focuses on studying places with changes in habitat, where trees along the river may have been chopped down. In the Lazovsky District a decent amount of forest along the rivers has been logged, and one hypothesis is that now there may not be enough nesting sites for mergansers here.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJmBustvvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OIcZf6CVqwk/s1600-h/truba+%28artificial+duplo%29+May+11+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJmBustvvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OIcZf6CVqwk/s400/truba+%28artificial+duplo%29+May+11+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067224710646710002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Therefore Diana and Sergei have been putting artificial nests about 20 feet high up in trees since 2001. (These artificial sites either look just like wooden boxes, or like cylinders or wooden “tubes”.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sergei and Diana have placed a total of 140 of these artificial nests throughout the 4 districts where they work, with 45 in the Lazovsky District. In the Lazovsky District they find that about 30% of their artificial nests get used every year, and they assume that there are enough natural nesting sites for the rest of the birds. In the Olginsky District, for example – another of the 4 districts where they work – they find that only 5% of the artificial nests get occupied. Here there is just as much logging of the river banks as in the Lazovsky District, but there are not as many mergansers, so apparently fewer sites are needed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Organizing the Field Season&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Field work in late March starts with cleaning the artificial sites of litter and debris collected durin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJltOstvuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iTDCiMFQaG4/s1600-h/Sergei+checks+yaschik+nesting+site+May+14a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJltOstvuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iTDCiMFQaG4/s320/Sergei+checks+yaschik+nesting+site+May+14a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067224358459391714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g the year, and in March and April Diana begins counting and tagging the adult birds as they return to the rivers of the Primorye Region. They catch the birds by putting nets up across the rivers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of April they start checking their artificial nesting sites to see if birds are using them. The also check the natural nesting sites that they know about. However, it is very difficult to find natural nesting sites, and they have only found 5 or 6 so far, all in the Lazovsky District, where they spend most of their time. (You have to spend a significant amount of time in a place to find the natural nesting sites – suitable little tree hollows are not necessarily easy to discover.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe you guessed it – checking the nests (and also putting up artificial nests) involves climbing trees. Sergei is an excellent tree climber. When they do the first check of nesting sites starting at the end of April, if they find a nest and a mother, they don’t catch and tag the mother at this time. This is very important! If there is a mother in the nest, she has most likely just recently laid her eggs. If they were to catch her, she would probably abandon the nest. Therefore they wait to catch and tag the mother until after she has made a significant commitment to the nest and won’t abandon it. During this first check, if a mother is there she will just fly away. Then Sergei will take out the eggs. They count the eggs and record the size and weight of each of them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJlWestvtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Q2PihJtxDYM/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+014a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJlWestvtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Q2PihJtxDYM/s320/Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+014a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067223967617367762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They also do a water test to determine how old the eggs are. They take an egg and put it in a jar of water. Eggs laid more recently are heavier and will stay at the bottom, where as older eggs are lighter and will float. They can actually estimate how many days old the eggs are. The eggs take 31 days to hatch, and therefore from the water test Sergei and Diana know by approximately what date the ducklings will hatch and, consequently, by what date they have to come back and catch the mother. (They have to catch the mother before the eggs hatch). Mergansers are like chickens – when they hatch, they are ready to go, and one day after their birth the mother will already have them out of the nest and on the water. They’re not like the typical songbirds in your backyard that spend a bunch of time in the nest getting fed by their mother after being born. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I got to Lazovsky District on May 11 Diana and Sergei were at the stage of doing the second round of checks of their nesting sites. (I really hoped I might get to see ducklings! But the earliest would not start hatching until I was already getting ready to leave Lazovsky District.) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From their late-April check Sergei and Diana already know at which sites there was a nest, and now it was late enough t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJlAestvsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Lq_sevDjO60/s1600-h/Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+018a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJlAestvsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Lq_sevDjO60/s320/Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+018a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067223589660245698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o catch the mother birds at those sites. At the same time the teams also does a second check of all the nesting sites, because it’s possible that a mother just hadn’t nested yet when they checked the first time around in late April. Sergei said last year they found a lot of new birds when they checked the second time around, but this year they have not found hardly anything – no mergansers, and just one mandarin duck nest in the Lazovsky District.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On my first day we went to an artificial nest where Sergei and Diana knew there was a mother and caught her. To do this Sergei (standing on the ground) puts a big net that is on a long pole up to the mouth of the nest; the bird senses a disturbance and flies out into the net. (Obviously, you have to be very quiet when you approach the nest.) Sergei and Diana had caught this mother already last year, and they had not only tagged her but also put a logger on her. The logger reads data about the bird’s surrounding environment (things like salinity, temperature, light and dark, etc.) every ten minutes nonstop, all year long. The loggers were used for the first time last year, and they put them on 8 birds. Nobody really knows where the birds go after they leave the Russian Far East for the winter, so they hope these loggers will provide a lot of useful new&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJkwestvrI/AAAAAAAAAYo/odKLReAUR4A/s1600-h/Sergei+and+me+working+Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+036+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJkwestvrI/AAAAAAAAAYo/odKLReAUR4A/s320/Sergei+and+me+working+Lazovsky+Raion+May+11-17+036+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067223314782338738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; information. This was the second logger that they had managed to recollect this year for analysis. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sergei and Diana weighed the bird, took off the logger and put a new one on her, and clipped a sample of her feathers from under her wing. This sample will be used to do a stable isotope analysis, which should help provide information about the time the bird spends at sea versus in fresh water environments. (Although no one can be certain that mergansers migrate to the ocean in the winter, it is generally assumed that they do.) This bird was incredibly calm; I was amazed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later in the afternoon we checked another artificial nest, this one in the shape of a box, rather than a tube. There were two mandarin duck eggs in it, which Diana weighed and measured. Interestingly, mandarin ducks lay one egg every day, usually for a total of about 10 eggs. (Since mandarins and mergansers often use similar nesting sites, Diana and Sergei take data on the mandarin ducks they find in their artificial nests, too. Generally mandarins prefer the boxes, mergansers the tubes, although both use both types.) Mergansers usually lay 10-11 eggs. Usually all of them hatch, but only about 60% then live after the ducklings move out to the river, as they get eaten by predators like eagles and mink. In the first winter it is likely that another 50% die, assuming they move out to sea, as the transition from a freshwater to a marine environment can be&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJkW-stvqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/puzOSDMZuSY/s1600-h/merganser+postersa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJkW-stvqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/puzOSDMZuSY/s320/merganser+postersa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067222876695674530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a tough one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mergansers often return to the same nesting site to hatch, but they’re not like salmon, so this is not required – they can certainly go to new places, although no one is sure how likely a scenario this is. However, Sergei and Diana have been concerned that in the course of their 7 years of work here, they have only come across the same birds (which they can identify because they have tagged them, of course) for 2 or at best 3 years in a row – and then they don’t see them again. This makes them think that mergansers may have a high mortality rate. Mergansers can live about 10-12 years and reproduce at 2-3 years. They survive well in captivity, and in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; many are now being raised and studied in captivity. As you may have gathered, not enough is known about this rare bird – how many there are, where they migrate to, and more. Some research on mergansers using artificial nesting sites was done in the Russian Far East, and in the Lazovsky District, in the 1970s and 1980s. So Sergei and Diana’s work is not only really interesting and professionally done, but also very important. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Pictures: 1. Diana’s husband Sergei holding a mother duck that was caught on my first day; 2. and 3. the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kishenyovka&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;; 4. An artificial nest (cylinder); 5. Sergei is checking the contents of an artificial nest (this one box-shaped); 6. Diana carefully removes the caught mother bird from the net; 7. Sergei takes the logger off the bird; 8. Sergei and I winding up the tree climbing equipment after Sergei had checked a nest; 9. Educational posters about mergansers, which get put up in a number of places in Primorye (e.g., Lazovsky and Olginsky Districts, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, etc.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2590612482081216448-3299351344079164312?l=cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/feeds/3299351344079164312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2590612482081216448&amp;postID=3299351344079164312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3299351344079164312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2590612482081216448/posts/default/3299351344079164312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryldoesfulbright.blogspot.com/2007/05/merganser-research-in-lazovsky-district.html' title='Merganser Research in the Lazovsky District (May 11-17, 2007)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828783175863299820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlJmoOstvyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qwPOahdfqYM/s72-c/merganser+checking+out+backpack+may+12a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2590612482081216448.post-6339852746583607176</id><published>2007-05-20T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:43:04.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids’ Expedition to Popov Island (May 8-9, 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE9VustvnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pxOe1SPC3Ko/s1600-h/Kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE9VustvnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pxOe1SPC3Ko/s320/Kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066898499290644082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For the second year in a row this year the education specialists at the Institute of Marine Biology (IMB), Liliya and Natasha, organized a city-wide environmental education competition in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; schools. This year’s competition was called “A City by the Sea” and focused on the sustainable development of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. There were well over 100 participants, and on May 7-9 the 15 first-prize winners got to go on an expedition to Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ov Island, located about 90 minutes south of Vladivostok (on the cutter or ferry). Liliya and Natasha invited me to come and help out and particularly to have a “press conference” with the kids about environmental issues an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d life in general in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Of course I said yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE9L-stvmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GYXgZCtGFWU/s1600-h/pulling+into+Popov+Island+May+8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE9L-stvmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GYXgZCtGFWU/s320/pulling+into+Popov+Island+May+8a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066898331786919522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;! Unfortunately, I got stuck in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:city&gt; for a day in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;order to register after coming back from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, so I only went for May 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-9.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I knew it was going to be a great trip, and it was. When I got on the boat to leave &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; I was so psyc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I just could no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t stop smiling. I can just stand on the deck of a boat for hours and watch the water, shore a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; islands go by. I think I g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;et this from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; my travels on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Baikal&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. This trip was quite chilly with the winds on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ocean, especially since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as fairly cloudy out – I still got cold bundled up in my coat, scarf and hat, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;en had to go below, where alm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ost all t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE8TOstvjI/AAAAAAAAAXo/I9x5g7dze3I/s1600-h/Popov+Island+May+8-9+017a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 274px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE8TOstvjI/AAAAAAAAAXo/I9x5g7dze3I/s320/Popov+Island+May+8-9+017a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066897356829343282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he other passengers were, for about 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vladivos&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;tok&lt;/st1:city&gt; the cutter spends a long time passing &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Russian&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, a big island south of Vlad, and then you get to Popov. One of IMB’s st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aff met me at the dock and we hopped on a car to the Ecocenter mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ntained by the Far Eastern Marine Reserve, where all the kids were staying. The Far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eastern Marine Reserve conducts environmental education activities at this Ecocenter, which also houses a museum, and offers walking tours. Part of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is protected as part of the Far Eastern Marine Reserve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The kids were just getting read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE8FOstviI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HhRVJPi3-Rc/s1600-h/P5080912a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE8FOstviI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HhRVJPi3-Rc/s320/P5080912a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066897116311174690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a hike to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pogranichnaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. There they would be met by a botanist, Vladimir Dmitrievi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ch, from the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Russian&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of Sciences’ Botanical Gardens, which has a little station on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Vladi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mir Dmitrievich did a great tour for the kids around the cape near &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pogranichnaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Througho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ut the whole hike the kids were supposed to continue to make observations about &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pop&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;ov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; define what they would nee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d to live he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;re. (Currently there is a small population on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s even a school here – but, of course, there are not m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;any of the comforts of city life.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE74estvhI/AAAAAAAAAXY/CNTStoll0aU/s1600-h/Shells+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE74estvhI/AAAAAAAAAXY/CNTStoll0aU/s320/Shells+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066896897267842578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of the kids on the trip were 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;-10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; graders, although more than half of them were in 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ough I had only met 2 of the kids before, all of them already knew who I was, and before I arrived they had already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; prepared a whole folder’s worth of questions for me about the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. As we headed out on the hike I started meeting most of the kids pretty quickly, and I realized that there was no need to fear that I would be wandering alone – I had almost constant companions who asked me all kinds of questions abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ut me, my life in Russia and in the United States, and also told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE7kOstvgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KlnY27-Y54Y/s1600-h/Shtany+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 220px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE7kOstvgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KlnY27-Y54Y/s320/Shtany+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066896549375491586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These kids were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; reall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fantastic. Liliya informed me that almost all of them were very much “city kids” – som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e of them had onl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y left Vl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;adivostok once or twice in their whole lives, and only 2 of them had been to Popov Island before, even th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ough it is o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nly a short, $1 ride away. Some of them had never even seen a live crab, although they live in a city rig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ht on the ocean. All of the kids were incredibly interested in their surroundings, checking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; plants, shells and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; more. It was clear they had already fallen in love with the island. Some of them knew each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; other before the trip, but certainly not all. They didn’t fight with each other, and I think even by their second d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ay together all of them were already feeling a little bond with all the other members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of their group. And they were so well-behaved! Later that evening they had a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n hour-long museum tour and they all listened with great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE5oustvaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/vTvvbsCMwgw/s1600-h/P5080939a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE5oustvaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/vTvvbsCMwgw/s320/P5080939a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066894427661647266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; attention – some even took notes, which was totally not required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pogranichnaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is a very picturesque spot. The hike there was beautiful, and we took our time enjoying it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Right on the bay there is actually a popular paid beach with little cottages for tourists in the summer. (We didn’t go there – we saw it from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a distance.) A huge number of shells wash up on the beach here, from snail shells to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ge oyster and scallop shells to sea urchin skeleto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ns and sand dollars. A few of the kids gave me shells as gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n the evening tw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE5XestvZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lBlOWVsxu0Q/s1600-h/Popov+Island+May+8-9+049a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE5XestvZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lBlOWVsxu0Q/s320/Popov+Island+May+8-9+049a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066894131308903826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;boys, Renat and Viktor (Vitya), decided they wanted to make a bonfire, and they were given permission to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it. It was a really nice night out. After a slow and smoky start the boys really got the fire going, and we all sat aro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;und in a circle and talked, looked at the stars and listened to Liuda, Tanya and Sveta play the guitar – they were quite good (and we sang along, of course, when w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e knew the words). (By the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Renat, Viktor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liuda, Tanya and Sveta were all in 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE5GustvYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4zyGlE3ThBc/s1600-h/Popov+Island+May+8-9+043a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE5GustvYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4zyGlE3ThBc/s320/Popov+Island+May+8-9+043a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066893843546094978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; gra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de – talented kids!) This is something I really love about &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; – When people are out in nature it is very common for them to get together around a fire at night, and someone always seems to have a guitar. I always wish I knew how to play, or that I knew more songs – there are so many classic Russian songs that are part of the culture here, and it is so nice to sit around the fire under the stars an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d sing them, or even just listen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day after clean-up one of the boys, Zhenya, decided to accompany me on a morning walk out to a nearby cape. On the way he told me all about the places he has been in Primorye, from his grandmother’s hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;se in the country, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE41ustvXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Ka371ubtzjU/s1600-h/Liuda+and+Tanya+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 230px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE41ustvXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Ka371ubtzjU/s320/Liuda+and+Tanya+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066893551488318834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;where he is friends with everyone, to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Russian&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where he loves to go diving, to fishing on the sea with his dad. Zhenya is also quite the pro stone-skipper. (Fun fact: In Russian to say “skip stones” you say “to throw frogs” – “puskat’ lyagushek.”) I have tried my hand at skipping stones before, and although I know which ones to pick, I’ve nev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;er had much luck. Zhenya started by showing me the right way to hold the stone. Now, either Zhenya is a world-class teacher, or I had great beginner’s luck, because stone skipping actually worked out for me this time. I even got one stone to skip about 10 times, which had Zhenya bragging to all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; kids back the Ecocenter when we returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Since we wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e leaving this afternoon we spent some time with the kids having some closing discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE4kOstvWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jSNPj6kpFnY/s1600-h/Zhenya+puskaet+lyagushek+%28skipping+stones%29+Popov+Island+May+8-9+069a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE4kOstvWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jSNPj6kpFnY/s320/Zhenya+puskaet+lyagushek+%28skipping+stones%29+Popov+Island+May+8-9+069a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066893250840608098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s, remembering favorite moments and talking about how to create a sustainable future starting with their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; schools. We also got to go on a short hike and see an “ancient people’s site” (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RU"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;стоянка древнего человека),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; an archeological monument of sorts that a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; resident found while plowing her backyard. Here the ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ds got to look for artifacts while Natasha told them about the people who used to live on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and how we know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; we know about them. In addition to being incredibly gifted in working with kids, Natasha and Liliya are also very knowledgeable themselves about a number of topics. I admire them a lot. On this hike I also got to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; see my firs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE4FestvVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0rTuPzuBEkk/s1600-h/Nastya+and+Anya+digs+for+artifacts+at+the+Stoyanka+Drevnego+Cheloveka+Popov+Island+May+8-9+072a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE4FestvVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0rTuPzuBEkk/s320/Nastya+and+Anya+digs+for+artifacts+at+the+Stoyanka+Drevnego+Cheloveka+Popov+Island+May+8-9+072a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066892722559630674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t rockslide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I took the cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ter to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, but we took the ferry back, which was a different experience. They board all the passengers first, and then you spend a lot of time waiting around while they load a lot of cars on deck (with rather little attention paid to whether they might hit a fellow traveler). In the middle of the trip one of the cars started leaking oil a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ll over the deck, too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I made a lot of new friends on this trip, and I have a feeling I will be seeing these kids around, whi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE3z-stvUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/u6cQD5HjAWY/s1600-h/Kamneopad+%28Rock+slide%29+Popov+Island+May+8-9+075a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE3z-stvUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/u6cQD5HjAWY/s320/Kamneopad+%28Rock+slide%29+Popov+Island+May+8-9+075a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066892421911919938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ch I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; certainly very glad about – they are really, really fantastic kids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and I liked them all. At the end of our expedition I got lots of requests for my phone number and invitations to visit the kids’ schools. (In fact, I will be making my first school visit on May 23.) They chatted with me almost the whole ferry ride back from &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d there were plenty of hugs exchanged when we said goodbye after reaching &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vladivostok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pictures: 1. Kids on the hike to &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pogranichnaya&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;: Masha, Nastya, Masha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE3T-stvTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lM5oWfZkwUc/s1600-h/Serezha+explains+his+shkola+buduschego+Popov+Island+May+8-9+079a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 278px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkVHu_3NmGA/RlE3T-stvTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lM5oWfZkwUc/s320/Serezha+explains+his+shkola+buduschego+Popov+Island+May+8-9+079a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066891872156106034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Zhenya, Arina; Serezha, Tanya, Ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;uda, Sveta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yuliya, Mira (Yuliya and Mira are &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Far&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Eastern&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;State&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; students – helpers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ); 2. pulling into dock at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Popov&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;; 3. This plant is super cool. Look closely for the purple at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; bottom. I can only find the Russian name (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RU"&gt;связноплодник почколистный) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the Latin (Symplocarpus renifolius), but I think an English translation might be something like “kidney-leaved ca
