Saturday, July 30, 2022

Alaska, Part 9: Birding Our Way to Seward

Seward! 

In 2001, when Russ and I went on a week-long cruise on a tiny, Native-American-owned ship in Alaska’s Inside Passage, we started in Juneau and made it as far north as Glacier Bay. We visited the Glacier Bay National Park Visitor Center and then continued north and west to get close to calving glaciers. On the cruise and the one day Russ and I spent birding in Juneau, I saw 77 species of which 16 were lifers.  

Seward, the furthest south we got on this trip (except on a boat trip to the Kenai Fjords National Park), is almost 500 miles west-northwest of Glacier Bay. I saw only one lifer on the Kenai Peninsula, but enjoyed some of the most thrilling birding of my entire life. 

Panorama shot along the drive between Anchorage and Seward

On June 21, we drove from Anchorage down to Seward. Geographical names in Alaska can be confusing: Nome is on the Seward Peninsula while Seward is on the Kenai Peninsula. But the name of the Seward Highway is straightforward even if the 125-mile road from Anchorage to Seward is not. 

It goes southeast along the northern coast of the Turnagain Arm of the Cook Inlet of the Gulf of Alaska to the end, then works its way through the Kenai Mountains and down to Seward. We’d already driven on the first stretch, along the Potter Marsh and the start of the Turnagain Arm, during the time we birded around Anchorage. As happened first time around, we did see Dall’s sheep up on the cliffs of the Chugach Mountains above the road, and did not see beluga whales in the Turnagain Arm of Cook's Inlet. 

This whole area along the coast out of Anchorage and onto the Kenai Peninsula brought us finally in range of some of the Pacific Northwest birds I’ve seen before along the coast from Oregon, Washington, and British Columbia. 

Great blueberry fritters, or the greatest blueberry fritters?

Outside Seward, Erik always has to get a photo of him with a great fritter and a (Northwestern) American Crow
Erik Bruhnke and Barry Zimmer get up close and personal with a "Northwestern" American Crow who was very interested in Erik's fritter.

Our first stop of the day, for blueberry fritters at the Alpine Bakery in Girdwood, before we reached the juncture of the highway into the Kenai, gave us the trip’s only looks at the bird formerly known as the Northwestern Crow. 

"Northwestern" American Crow

This Pacific Northwest specialty is a bit daintier, with a slightly lower, hoarser voice, than our familiar American Crow. Over time as glaciers receded, American Crows worked their way into the Pacific Northwest, mixing with the Northwestern Crows already there. It’s easy for me to distinguish a Duluth crow from the two Northwestern Crows I watched and listened to as they approached us for treats at the Alpine Bakery, but those differences apparently matter way, way more to birders than they do to the birds themselves. Wherever the ranges overlap, between coastal Washington and British Columbia, the birds hybridize so freely that virtually all the birds in that overlap area have genes of both forms. That's why two years ago, taxonomists lumped Northwestern Crows with American Crows. 

"Northwestern" American Crow

I’ve heard some people who spend a lot of time in Alaska ridiculing this decision because of the obvious differences between the coastal Alaskan crows and crows over most of the continental United States, as if taxonomists are stupid. I can understand their frustration because so far, the crows in most of Alaska have not met up with the ones we used to consider pure American crows, but the differences we mere humans focus on clearly don’t matter to the birds themselves. Now just about all the crows from Washington to British Columbia have genes of both types, and that hybrid zone is expanding. That means, by definition, that the two forms are subspecies, not separate species. 

A similar situation exists with the Song and Fox Sparrows we saw in the Seward area, but people have understood that for a long time. Those birds are obviously different from Song and Fox Sparrows in other places yet are recognized not as separate species but as subspecies of our regular old Song and Fox Sparrows.

Song Sparrow (Long-billed Northwest form)
"Long-billed" Song Sparrow
"Sooty" Fox Sparrow
"Sooty" Fox Sparrow

In the same area around Girdwood, we saw White-winged Crossbills and a gorgeous Townsend’s Warbler—a handsome western species that was one of my Big Year highlights when birding in California in 2013. 

Townsend's Warbler

Townsend's Warbler

In the Seward area, Steller’s Jays...

Steller's Jay

Steller's Jay

... another American Dipper...

American Dipper

... the most cooperative Chestnut-backed Chickadees I've ever seen...

Chestnut-backed Chickadee

Chestnut-backed Chickadee

...and the least cooperative Rufous Hummingbird I've ever seen...

Rufous Hummingbird

... were some of the exciting birds that were every bit as wonderful as I’d anticipated. None of them were lifers, but they sure were sights for sore eyes. And the single most thrilling and memorable day of the entire trip—the day we took a boat trip into Kenai Fjords National Park—was yet to come. 

Monday, July 25, 2022

Alaska, Part 8: Denali!

Denali!

A long, long time ago—at least 11,000 years ago—many people were already living in the shadows of the highest mountain in North America. The Athabaskan people called it Denali, which means “the high one,” and that’s the name Native Alaskans, most other people who grew up in in Alaska, and mountaineers called it throughout historical time, before and after a presumptuous prospector named William Dickey, who came up to Alaska in 1896 from Seattle and stayed there only a year, took it on himself to rename the mountain. President William McKinley had never been to Alaska in his life and had even less connection to the territory than Dickey, but McKinley supported the longstanding gold standard at a time when his chief rival, William Jennings Bryan, was supporting a new silver standard. It’s understandable that a literal gold digger would try to suck up to the most politically powerful man in the country, but harder to understand how he had any say in changing the name of a mountain that already had a perfectly good name. 

But politics does weird things. A United States Geological Survey report in 1900 refers to "the giant mountain variously known to Americans as Mount Allen, Mount McKinley, or Bulshaia [a corruption of the Russian name for it before they sold Alaska to the United States].” The author apparently had no clue about the actual longstanding name of the mountain, and throughout the rest of the report called it Mount McKinley. McKinley was a popular president, and his assassination in 1901 made many people hungry for a permanent memorial to him, though it seems odd they’d settle on a mountain he had never seen, 4,000 miles from his native Ohio. A 1911 USGS report, The Mount McKinley Region, Alaska, kept that inappropriate and unofficial name alive, and Congress made it official in 1917. 

Even more peculiarly, in 1965, Lyndon Johnson declared the north and south peaks of the mountain the “Churchill Peaks,” again to honor someone who had never visited Alaska. 

In 1975, the Alaska Legislature asked the federal government to officially restore the mountain’s name as Denali. But Ohio’s congressional delegation managed to block this year after year until 2015, when the Obama administration announced that the name would be changed to Denali in all federal documents. All the Republican members of Ohio’s congressional delegation complained. During his 2016 presidential campaign, Donald Trump promised Ohioans that he’d change the name back to McKinley, but after the election, Alaska’s two Republican senators, Lisa Murkowski and Dan Sullivan, asked him not to. 

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, and all the nomenclatural bickering in the world cannot chip away at Denali’s stature as both the highest and tallest mountain in North America. Denali is not higher than Mount Everest, whose summit is 29,032 feet above sea level—Denali’s is only 20,310 feet—but it is taller than Everest measured from top to bottom—Everest rises from the Tibetan Plateau, between 13,800 and 17,100 feet above sea level; Denali from a plain just 980 to 2,950 feet above sea level. Denali is not even the tallest mountain in the United States—it’s dwarfed by Hawaii’s Mauna Kea, which may only reach 13,803 feet above sea level but rises out of the ocean floor, 19,700 feet below sea level. 

By any measure, Denali is ginormous, but our Alaska birding group didn’t see it at all when we drove from Anchorage to Denali National Park on June 18, nor while we were doing our wildlife tour of the park on June 19. The mountain was right there, of course, but enveloped, as it usually is, in clouds, many of its own making. 

Oddly enough, Russ and I actually did see Denali’s peak on June 12 when we weren’t expecting it at all, from the airplane when we were flying from Anchorage to Nome. The mountaintop was sticking out above the dense cloud cover when I happened to look out the window and alerted Russ. 

Denali above the clouds from the plane between Anchorage and Nome

Our whole birding group lucked out on June 20 when we drove back to Anchorage from Denali. The clouds started breaking up in the morning, and we could see at least part of Denali’s snow-covered peak from a couple of birding spots. 

Denali!

Traveling up from Anchorage on June 18 and back down again on the 20th, we made a lunch stop at Mary’s McKinley View Lodge, a wonderful restaurant which not only serves delicious lunches but also has the most scrumptious brownies I’ve ever eaten.

Mary's McKinley View Lodge

Going up to Denali, I didn’t at all mind not being able to see the mountain from the cafe—I was too busy in the parking lot photographing Violet-green Swallows. 

Violet-green Swallow

Violet-green Swallow

This splendid swallow belongs to the same genus as our familiar Tree Swallow but is daintier and even quicker on the wing. I got to spend a lot of time with Violet-green Swallows when Russ and I took our kids to Yellowstone back in 1995, but that was before I was photographing birds. I saw them in Colorado during my 2013 Big Year but wasn’t close to where they were nesting so couldn’t get a single photo—they dart about much too quickly for me to photograph in flight. But there were several Violet-green Swallow nests at Mary’s McKinley View Lodge, and a few of the birds perched cooperatively in full view of my camera.

Violet-green Swallow

Violet-green Swallow

Coming back, the swallows were busier with nesting. I did get a few more photos of them, but this time spent more time pointing my camera at Denali. 

Violet-green Swallow

Denali!

The mountain itself is certainly spectacular, but so is the wildlife of the area. On the drive up on June 18, we got to watch a mother moose with twin calves at Trapper Creek along the George Parks Highway. We were far enough away, on the opposite side, that I didn’t expect her to take umbrage at us, but she kept looking our way while leading her babies away. The photos I took of her were my favorite moose pictures of the trip. 

Moose and twin calves

Moose and twin calves

Moose and twin calves

The next day, we took the Denali National Park Tundra Wilderness Tour—a 5 ½ hour narrated bus tour through the park. Our guide was knowledgeable about birds, but other than our group, most of the people on the full bus were not focused on birds, and so we spent most of our time looking at mammals. There were moose of course...

Bull moose

and some distant Dall’s sheep...

Dall's sheep

but I was most taken with my very first looks at wild alive caribou, or reindeer. Some of them even provided decent photo ops. 

Caribou

Caribou

Caribou

This bus was larger than the vans our group was traveling in, and we mostly had to stay in it when we stopped to look at animals, but the bus had the huge advantage of windows that open, so my photos from the bus were much better than the ones I took from our vans. The other mammal I got to photograph that day, through the wide open window, was an extremely cooperative Arctic ground squirrel. 

Arctic ground squirrel

Arctic ground squirrel

We also got decent looks at a Golden Eagle and several Northern Harriers. Our final photo-op of the bus tour was of a stunning male Willow Ptarmigan dust-bathing in the gravel road. 

Willow Ptarmigan

He moseyed to the side of the road as we watched, and my window was perfect for getting my best photos ever of Alaska’s state bird. 

Willow Ptarmigan

Willow Ptarmigan

Some of us took a short after-dinner optional trip on the Denali Road that same day in hopes of seeing a Northern Hawk Owl. Sure enough, we got great looks and nice if distant photos of one being harassed by a pair of Varied Thrushes and a feisty little Ruby-crowned Kinglet. 

Varied Thrush divebombing Northern Hawk Owl

Ruby-crowned Kinglet (below, right) swearing at a Northern Hawk Owl

Northern Hawk Owl

My favorite photos of the evening were of a much more abundant species, a pair of Semipalmated Plovers nesting right on the gravel road. 

Semipalmated Plover

Semipalmated Plover

Semipalmated Plover

We returned to the same spot the next morning, June 20, for those same birds before heading back to Anchorage. On that drive, we also saw one last Arctic Warbler. 

I didn’t add any lifers on the entire Denali part of our trip. Indeed, a lot of the birds were species I get to see regularly in the Sax-Zim Bog or even in Duluth, such as Lesser Yellowlegs, Northern Hawk Owl, Common Raven, Canada Jay, Boreal Chickadee, and Yellow-rumped and Blackpoll Warblers. Interestingly, the subspecies of Yellow-rumps we were seeing was the Myrtle Warbler, the one we see here in the East, whose breeding range stretches from the Northeast all the way across the continent to the Northwest. 

Yellow-rumped Warbler

Yellow-rumped Warbler

The Western subspecies, Audubon’s Warbler, is found in the West, but not as far north as Alaska. 

I didn’t at all mind the lack of lifers around Denali; as much as I like to keep my life list up to date and add to it, the greatest pleasure of birding for me is, simply, seeing birds and other cool wildlife. And by any measure, a lot of the birds we saw were thrilling, no matter how many times I may have already seen them. 

Lesser Yellowlegs through van window
Lesser Yellowlegs

Common Raven
Common Raven

Boreal Chickadee
Boreal Chickadee
White-crowned Sparrow carrying food for young
White-crowned Sparrow

Blackpoll Warbler
Blackpoll Warbler

Of all our national parks, Denali has experienced the highest, scariest temperature increases due to climate change. Some of the direr predictions claimed that the mean annual temperature at the Eielson Visitor Center, at mile 66 on the Denali Highway, would rise to 29.8ºF by 2040, but it’s risen much faster, the mean annual temperature averaging 32.4ºF in 2015–2019. 

The Tundra Wilderness Tour used to be a full-day trip covering the entire 92 miles of the Park Road. Long stretches of the road are built on what were once stable rock glaciers. But those glaciers are crumbling as the ice within them melts. Last July and August, road crews had to spread up to 100 truckloads of gravel per week to fill in the slumping road, until adding gravel was no longer tenable. On August 24, 2021, they closed the road for the rest of the season. The road has continued to crumble until it's now completely impassable, so this season it never opened beyond mile 45. The Eielson Visitor Center is closed until further notice. 

Our species is supposed to be the smartest one on earth, but what good is intelligence when so many people refuse to listen to scientists? I am bewildered and furious that to this day the United States is treating climate change as a partisan issue rather than the urgent problem it is. 

Alaska is a unique and priceless national treasure, with species found nowhere else in the country and in some cases on the continent. Some of these are incredibly charismatic animals that people especially love, such as puffins, polar bears, and reindeer. Americans of all political stripes worked together to pass the Endangered Species Act in 1973. Where is that universal political will when we need it more urgently than ever? 

Moose and twin calves
She's looking at us as if she knows her babies' survival depends on us.