Most of my ideas develop
out of previous work, and EcoMazes: 12 Earth Adventures is no exception. In the preceding maze book, Mazeways:
A to Z, for the letter J, I
had created a Jungle maze.Not long
after the book was published, looking it over, I realized that it would be cool
to do a rainforest maze. And, then, why not do other ecosystems - a whole book? The title, EcoMazes, seemed perfect.
My Swedish husband, Bo
Zaunders, is a travel writer and photographer.He had assignments that year (2008) in the Marquesas Islands
(French Polynesia) and Norway (Svalbard, islands above the Arctic
Circle). Great for EcoMazes research!
So off we went to the
Marquesas, traveling on a half cargo/half passenger freighter for two weeks,
visiting the 6 inhabited (of 12) islands. They are just south of the Equator, and farther away
from a continental landfall than any other group of islands on earth - as
far as you can get from so-called civilization.
All photographs, copyright Bo Zaunders 2010.
Because they are so
rugged, with few beaches, there is almost no tourism - nor hotels, restaurants,
and not even a lot of roads. There is only one airstrip in all the islands, with
rare flights. Every three weeks the ship Aranui III brings all food, mail, and other
goods (off-loading cars, oil, clothing, soft drinks, toilet paper, everything) to the small
populace.
Unless there was a dock, we took whaleboats
from the ship to the shore of an island, and then would tramp off through the
woods, or take a jeep to the higher mountains or the other side of the island, often stopping for a picnic.
We saw huge banyan trees, walked through lush rainforests, and climbed the less
rugged hills. We saw porpoises and manta rays.We heard exotic-sounding bird calls. We dodged tropical downpours and saw lots of rainbows. There was a naturalist along, to teach us
about the rainforest in daily lectures.
After visiting the
Marquesas, we stopped off at the Rangiroa atolls near Tahiti, checked out
colorful fish swimming under the pier, walked along the beach, and took a trip
in a glass-bottomed boat, where we saw lots of brightly colored fish in the
coral reefs, and even a shark!
A couple months later we
flew from NYC to Oslo, and then took three more flights, in progressively
smaller airplanes, to the Svalbard islands, halfway between the top of the
Norwegian mainland and the North Pole.There we were meeting up, also for two weeks, with a Hurtigruten ship, also with a history of mail and cargo delivery to places inaccessible by road
or planes.
Again, we took daily
excursions from the ship, usually by small tender boats, into the ice-bound
fjords, with glaciers tumbling down to the sea. It is quite extraordinary to stand in the cold crisp silent
Arctic air, and hear the sudden crack of a calving glacier in the near distance. These large pieces of
ice breaking off from glaciers and crashing into the sea are becoming more and
more common, both here and in the Antarctic, because of global warming.
Everyone loves polar bears. There used to be many more polar bears in these islands, but they were hunted for sport, meat, and their fur. Now they are protected. However, there are more polar bears, about 3,000, than people in Svalbard. Here I am, later, in a Norwegian Museum with one (harmless, though). And there are little polar bear fans too...
We saw two polar bears -
one walking on all fours along the coast and also one swimming.They have no experience with humans; polar bears have attacked and killed
people in Svalbard. You are warned not to walk outside of
the couple of small towns we visited, and while exploring, to always stay within
a few yards of the rest of the group. Our guides all carried loaded rifles.
Especially memorable was
the time we spent walking along the frozen tundra.No snow there - just rocks and pebbles, a barren landscape - no
trees, little water, not much animal life.There were beautiful little
clusters of tiny flowers, huddled together in a circular pattern, grasping for
life among the icy pebbles and rocks. And multi-colored lichen - you would
sometimes see a guy from our group on his knees, face and camera inches from
the ground, photographing a unique form of lichen.
After Norway we headed down
to Southern Sweden, land of lakes and conifer forests, to visit family.There, I set out each
morning with my brother-in-law on a mushroom hunt in the woods. We would walk
along, mostly silent, accompanied by his golden retriever, looking for
mushrooms, of which this part of Sweden has a huge variety.There is nothing like walking quietly
along, and, out of the corner of your eye, spying the tell-tale tiny luminous
orange cap of the precious chanterelle mushroom amid the pine needles, rocks,
moss, and fallen branches deep in the pine forest. Here is one morning's bounty...
I have visited deserts
(here, Death Valley), climbed Mount Whitney (an alpine area) in the Sierra
Nevadas, and canoed along a bayou in the wetlands of Louisiana.I was raised in Southern Maryland, on
the Chesapeake Bay, one of the great estuaries of the world, so I am intimately
familiar with wetlands, marshes, and the creatures that live in such
habitats.Because of a series of
books on the West, I have spent a lot of time on ranches in west Texas, so the
grassland idea in EcoMazes came
easily. I taught sailing in a summer camp in Maine and owned a cabin next to the
Monongahela National Forest in
West Virginia - both in temperate deciduous forests.
Many of us have visited
more ecosystems than we think we have - when I started this book, most of these
earlier trips I did not remember, or think were relevant. But, while working on EcoMazes, and now, reflecting afterward, I realize that,
although I do not consider myself a naturalist at all (I live quite happily
smack in the middle of one of the largest cities in the world, with one house
plant and a view out of my 10th floor window of a few ginko trees along the avenue) it is very
important to me, and to all of us, to preserve, to conserve, to learn
about- and to love - our wonderous
earth, and all it contains.
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