Lobodon!: La Campaña: En la Casa

A late afternoon view toward the Southwest from Moat Bay. Isla Picton with Isla Navarino in the background, the opening of the Beagle Channel to the Pacific in the west (right).

Buenas tardes folks,

Now that its been a few weeks and I've settled back into the routine here in Ushuaia, it seems like a good idea to describe in some detail what life was like, what I learned and how I'm moving forward as a result of this fieldwork.

You should know by now I'm interested in studying food webs and ecology using remains of hunted fur seals and sea lions from archaeological sites. While it's possible I could've just gone and asked my colleagues to just send bones to me in the US, that would've been no fun and I'd be missing out on understand how and why these bones showed up in the first place, both in the context of the culture of the peoples who hunted them and in the natural climate and taphonomic processes. Over the month I was in the field, being outside everyday, I not only learned what it was like to live as an Argentine in Tierra del Fuego, but also what weather the Yamana may faced (which was not very much like California).

Rain over the Beagle Channel, looking Southwest. Moat Bay extends to the left, while our ranch and nearby lake are on the right. The dirt highway, Ruta J, continues for about 20km to the east before ending.

From Ushuaia, which is near the middle of the Beagle Channel, we packed up some trucks with nine people and our gear for the month; three professors, three graduate students (including me), two undergraduates working on their senior theses, and a lab assistant. After we piled in we drove 3-4 hours east of Ushuaia, past Estancia Harberton, to Moat Bay. Moat bay is located at opening of the Beagle Channel to the Atlantic Ocean, which provides a stunning view of Islands to the south in Chilean territory; Isla Nuevo, Lennox, Picton, and Navarino.

A rainbow over our ranch house, during our daily afternoon water refill routine.

We arrived at a remote ranch, and luckily for us we had a guest house to stay in. Despite having a kitchen, bathroom with a flushing toilet, and generator for power, there was no running water as the pump had broke. As a result, we carried buckets of water from the nearby lake and drank water from the rain that collected in a barrel off the roof. The lake water had a bit of an algal taste, and was preferred by some of our members to the rain barrel water, which had a distinct "wooden barrel aged" taste, even though the barrel was plastic.

Our fully stocked kitchen at the beginning of the campaign.

Generally, we'd wake up around 8 most mornings, after tough days or celebrations we might sleep until 9. We'd have a light breakfast of coffee and tea, bread and jam or butter, or if lucky facturas (basically donuts) that were brought by visitors or our members who had left and come back. When we ran out of bread, it was a sad day since we were left with crackers and maybe some cookies. But usually that was a short lived experience because someone would show up at the ranch with a fresh resupply of bread and pastries, and maybe even wine or beer!

Lunches were also fairly light, we'd generally eat a mix of bread, cheese, crackers, and dried sausage or salami; some fruits and vegetables, like salad, carrots and apples, followed by cookies and chocolate. Later on we needed to use our leftover pasta, so we'd cook some at our field sites. We generally also snacked on crackers and cookies while working, but careful not to drop any food in the field pits. Lunch is a later than what I'm used to, usually around 1, but sometimes later. We'd spend about an hour on break. And, of course, we wouldn't have survived without Mate, the shared Argentinian tea-like beverage which helps keep you working. We generally drank mate continuously throughout the mornings and afternoons.

When we returned back to the ranch house and were exhausted, we would go get more water from the lake, maybe take a bath or at least wash our hands and face, and make some more coffee and mate. On more difficult days we'd have fernet and coke, the favorite drink of Cordoba (a province in Argentina) and the Porteños (the residents of Buenos Aires) from which almost everyone in our group shares culturally.

A fine chicken dish in a big wok!

Dinner in Argentina is late. You might start cooking at 9, and start eating at 10 or later. We'd break open boxes of cheap wine (easier to transport in the field, and easily disposable containers) and have different kinds of meals. Sometimes it was a meat or fish stew (giso), sometimes pasta (with ñoquies, a potato derived noodle), pizza or the famous Asado (steak BBQ). In any case, dinner was always much appreciated and we ate well. Afterward, if we had enough energy, we'd sit to play a game of cards or dice, usually jodete or generala. After that we'd be truly exhausted and hit the sack, meaning a pile of sleeping bags laid out on the floor of the living room in front of the warm pot bellied stove.

Until next time, here's some highlights from the house area: