Fueled by muskox sightings and hopeful for some easy pickings,
the Crafty Wife and I headed out to go qiviut collecting.
Through the willows at the bottom of Anvil Mountain
we spotted the shedding creatures lounging in the sun.
Some of them were tagged so they could be tracked.
The remaining snow pack provided relief from the record-breaking heat streak.
It must be like resting on an ice cube!
Their qiviut skirts gently swished about with their movements.
It was tempting to reach out and relive them of their loose, shedding coats!
We began spotting qiviut in the brush and on the ground where the muskox had
passed through the willows.
Each piece was a slightly different shade.
At the top of the hill, the Crafty Wife found a "rabbit"-sized chunk
hanging from the willow branch.
We pulled off pieces of all sizes, then shoved the qiviut into a bag to be cleaned later.
In a little over an hour, the Crafty Wife had collected a large bag full!
She stood with Nome, the Bering Sea and rambling muskox in the background.
It was the first time I have ever heard the babes calling like cattle.
They were down at the bottom of the hill and must have
been looking for their Mum's.
Usually they are a silent breed.
Qiviut picking is like potato chips or cookies..
can't leave them once you start!
She came home with a nice sized haul to take back with her.....