JULY, 2018
Howdy compadres… Greetings from a world of suitcases, rolled up cords and zippered bags as we prepare to leave the house again. Herein find news of our THROUGH THE TREES 20th ANNIVERSARY LP and an amazing array of TOUR DATES in the USA and ABROAD. Please come out and see us. We disappear without you… Also some interesting facts about Arctic living.

FOR THE SUMMER HEAT … cooling words from Peter Freuchen’s, “Adventures in the Arctic” that recounts  living a traditional Inuit life in Greenland…

“Frozen eider-duck eggs are among the finest of God’s gifts. We warmed them a moment in our hands to remove the shell then ate them like an apple.” Chunks of walrus meat boiled into a thick soup can taste like chocolate. Pickled auks are best eaten frozen. Narwal skin, preserved for years in the snow produces a delicious grass-green dish.


USA – JULY 2018


“Arnarak’s hair was the envy of other girls. She wore it in a proud upsweep… from below her bed she took an enormous pail filled with urine. Carefully she let her black hair down into the pail and gave it a good shampoo.” Urine also drives ghosts from igloos, but for face-washing walrus blubber does a better job. Black ice cannot be trusted. Keep your coat frozen outside while you sleep, but tuck your boots under your sleeping bag.

“During the darkest days of winter old Semigaq collected bags and filled them with darkness. ‘I collect shadows,’ she said, ‘so that the world will get light again.’

“We were at an altitude of six thousand feet. The sun’s rays were  glittering, but it was so cold our faces froze.  My nose was raw and bleeding.  Our craving for fat became an obsession. We boiled clear blubber into soup. It was nothing but fat, but we drank it like sweet milk.”
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“I fell asleep in a hole dug beneath my sled. I woke and found I could not move. An enormous snow drift had piled on me while I slept. I tried digging with bare hands, but my fingers quickly lost feeling. The snow was only a few inches above my face. I managed to grab hold of my bear-skin pillow. It had one sharply torn edge that I put in my mouth and chewed until it was saturated with spit. Out of my mouth the edge quickly froze stiff. I could do a little digging with that until it got soft. Over and over I put it in my mouth, let the spit freeze and dug on. My lips and tongue burned. but the hole I had dug was still too small. I managed to get my head out, but the storm beat my face without mercy. My eyes and nose filled with snow. I had no way of reaching to wipe my face. I withdrew back into my hole and lay for hours beneath the snow before making another move. Repulsive as it was I decided to move my bowels. From the excrement I fashioned a chisel-like instrument and waited for it to freeze. This tool freed me from the ice and I was able to crawl out. It was dark. The whole day and most of a second night had passed. I was too weak to stand.”
“I flopped down on the ice and became a seal: I waved my arms, kicked my leg and peaked the watching bear’s curiosity.  The bear slipped into the water and swam toward me, practically without sound.” When out hunting wear a string of foxtails around your knees where your boots meet your trousers in order to keep out wind and snow. Sled runners can be made of rolled-up walrus skin or frozen mud.

xo Rennie & Brett

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