Switching to full shutdown mode!

Yesterday, we had our last scheduled sampling session of the season. It was with a great sense of satisfaction that I pushed the tea-colored water from Imnavait weir through the cation filter, drop by drop, until at last, my arms trembling from exertion, I could cap that green taped 60mL CATS bottle for what I can only assume is the billionth time. And this time was the last time. I optimistically think, “Great! My days of lugging water from lake to lake are over!” I throw my arms up to the sky in celebration of the end of my filtering days, and that’s when Jason starts piling long pieces of plastic poles in my empty palms. Yep, no more water to lug, I’ll just be hauling equipment instead.

I have one week left, and though it will be free of sampling, it will not be lacking in things to do. As the final five remaining members of the lab, its our great pleasure to handle the herculean task of shutdown. The Arctic is lovely and hunky-dory now, but in a matter of weeks, conditions will harshen, and the population of camp will go from thirty to three. Thus our task until the end of the season is to prepare the lab space for a successful hibernation. Some things, like plastic nalgene bottles, syringes, and serum vials, are hardy enough to rough it through winter stacked in cardboard boxes on a shelf in the lab. Other things, like expensive electronics, pipettes, and certain chemicals, are a bit more high maintenance and need to be bundled up and packed in warm storage. The first stage of this process is to pull the equipment from the field back into the lab and sort everything by prospective storage area. The second stage involves cleaning, labeling, and inventorying… EVERYTHING. There are five of us responsible for shutting down the projects of four PIs, whose stuff is sprawled over three labs plus two storage areas. Oh, and all the stuff in the field.

Though we have been trying hard to stay organized, I cannot help but feel slightly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of stuff we have to deal with. Over a couple of days, we brought in the four Isco auto-samplers, which take water samples spaced between preset time intervals. You may remember what an Isco looks like from my pictures of the July 4th Star Wars skit (hint: a spare Isco starred as R2D2). They have now taken over the Lab 4 floor space. I have also very happily spent an afternoon dumping all the nutrient samples and after which I very carefully placed the bags full of empty 125 mL bottles on top of the Iscos so as to keep a narrow corridor free of stuff for walking purposes. There’s stuff everywhere, under the lab, outside the door, and ever since Jason and I spent three hours Thursday afternoon beginning the daunting task of organizing the Conex storage shed, there’s a great mound of stuff piled outside the Conex which has now grown to such epic proportions that it merged with the pile outside Lab 4. And there’s more stuff coming in from the field every day.

Iscos taking over the lab! We pack up the Isco heads in warm storage and leave the rest in the Conex for winter.

On Monday we sampled lakes E5 and E6 jointly with the lakes group, and while we were there we took down the meteorological station and the drippers, which are pumps set on anchored floats that fertilize the lakes with a fortifying stew of nitrates. We spent the morning pulling up buckets of rocks and cement that served as anchors for the stations, and then towed them back to shore from the row boat, the stations floating along like large pets on the end of a leash. Aside from the couple of minutes it took for us to realize that the E5 dripper had a third anchor that we hadn’t noticed nor pulled up, which we subsequently realized was the explanation for why we weren’t getting any closer to shore despite Jason’s frantic rowing, the morning went by quite smoothly. We successfully got all the equipment on shore, stripped them of electronics, car batteries, and solar panels, and left the rest on the tundra for the winter.

So this next week will not be the relaxing time I had envisioned upon learning that we finish sampling a week before our departure date. But at least I can say with firm conviction that I have filtered my last* bottle! What joy!

*Correction: next-to-last bottle. Katie has just informed me that she needs to sample the Sag river on Wednesday. I should never have spoken with such conviction.  

Taking the meteorological station apart
Dumping the rest of the fertilizer from the drippers in the lake. Yum!
Sebastien and Ben left a Dew out on the rack for us! How thoughtful 🙂

Autumn in August

“Oh you’re going to love it in August, it’s my favorite time of the summer”, says Dustin on my second day at Toolik, “Its beautiful, Fall comes really quickly and the tundra changes color almost overnight. It looks like skittles.”

“Skittles?”

“Yeah, bright red, skittle color. You’ll love it.”

He was right.

Skittles!

W canoed across Toolik lake and hiked up Jade Mountain. You can see the camp in the upper left corner of the lake, and the road behind it. When we got the the top, we ran into a herd of caribou. They didn’t seem scared of us and hung around for a while. This is the closest I’ve gotten to the caribou yet!

The Dark Room

Some people at Toolik upon the eve of their departure get to throw up their hands in mock despair and say, “Its going to be so weird going back home where it gets dark! I’ve totally forgotten what that’s like!”. To my great dismay, I will not be able to say that and really mean it, because every day I spend a couple of hours in… the DARK ROOM.

The dark room is the only place in camp where no light shines 24/7. We run two analyses in there, OPA for ammonia, and chlorophyll. A fluorometer works by shining a light on an object and detecting how much of the light the object reemits via flurescence. To do this, it needs to be in the dark. On top of that, the reagent for OPA is light sensitive, and chlorophyll needs to be kept in the dark all the time, both of which reinforce the unfortunate necessity of the dark room being, well, dark. As the newest member of the Kling team, I got the exciting assignment of running OPA. As Sara so nicely first described the process to me so as not to discourage me, “Its a little long… but you get to spend a lot of time in the dark room by yourself which is kinda nice”. What she really meant is, its mind-numbing drudgery that takes forever, and you get to spend most of it sitting by yourself in the dark listening to other people in the lab having fun. I’m exaggerating, its really not that bad, and getting some time alone is nice… at least that’s what I tell myself when I’m in the dark squinting at the fluorometer.

So what do you need to run OPA? First off you need the following, sample, working reagent, buffer solution, and standards. The buffer solution is a weaker version of the working reagent, and standards are solutions of known ammonia concentration. We use these to make a standard curve which is essential to calculate the concentration of ammonia in the samples. The principle is as follows. There no way to directly test for ammonia, so what we do is add a reagent called OPA to the samples, let the mix react for 16 to 24 hours, and then read the fluorescence off the fluorometer. Except that in addition to the samples that have straight working reagent added to them, we have two more sets of samples that are spiked with two volumes of highly concentrated standard, and another row of tubes to which is not added working reagent but buffer, which is a weaker solution of the working reagent. We do this for calculation reasons involving matrices. Feel confused? Me too.

Though I haven’t tried to understand the math surrounding the production of the actual values of ammonia, what I do understand is that OPA quadruples the time I have to spend with the fluorometer, because if I’m running a medium run of 30 samples, I actually have 120 tubes to rinse, pipette, shoot up, and read; plus 12 more for the standards. Its an ordeal. After returning from the field on Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays, I’ll start the long process of preparing my tubes for OPA. In the dark room I rinse them with DI water and then buffer (~ 45 minutes), then I pipette my samples and standards in the common area of the lab (~ 90 minutes) then back to the dark room to shoot up, i.e. add OPA or buffer to the tubes (~ 45 minutes). Then the next day back to the dark room to read the samples (~ 2 hours).

I have spent so much time with the fluorometer I feel as though it is another person, a very needy and fickle person. It was not enough that three labs were battling over the precious time slots to spend at its side, it just HAD to break down half way through the summer. We yelled at it, threatened to throw it on the ground, but it didn’t listen. I guess it finally got its attention fix after a week and a half of being fawned over, taken apart, and settings readjusted, before finally deciding to work again. Of course at that point, our backlogs had accumulated so quickly that it didn’t even have to try to give us good data, we took whatever shoddy numbers it threw at us. What an unappreciative piece of equipment.

Sometimes Jason goes all misty eyed and says, “Well you know back in 08 when I ran OPA, we had to pipette the samples in the dark room on top of everything else. That was the woooooorst.” Very soon, I’ll be able to join that exclusive club of ex-OPAers. Sometimes when I’m alone squinting at the ever fluctuating values of the fluorometer I dream about the last time I’ll exit the dark room, stumbling around for a few seconds while my eyes get used to the brightness, and look back upon OPA as Jason does; with a wistful fondness and a sense of accomplishment from having gone a whole summer without throwing the fluorometer on the ground. Even once.    

“We don’t Dew it for the taste…”

There are a lot of things at Toolik that I do that I don’t do at home. Its all part of this experience of being in a small community in a remote field station. We spend so much time together that we end up developing communal habits and rituals that everyone participates in. These rituals, no matter how strange they seem when you stop and think about them, are very important for group bonding and have become an integral part of my Toolik experience.

An example of something that I do here and that I would not do at home is drink Mountain Dew. Regularly. I haven’t had a cup of coffee since the first day I got here, instead, I’m drinking at least a can a day, probably even two. Back home, I don’t drink the stuff, I rarely drink soda at all. And out of all the sodas out there, why would I ever choose to drink Mountain Dew? It’s so sugary and has the worst after-taste ever. Its third ingredient (after sugar) is orange juice from concentrate (the next one being corn syrup… which apparently is different from sugar), and it contains brominated vegetable oil. That can’t be good. It has about as many calories as a meal. So for all those reasons, when I was first offered a Dew on my second day, I politely declined. We had just stepped into our red truck after a morning of sampling the weir at Imnavait. That can of Dew was the last thing I wanted, and Dustin retracted his offer with a knowing smile. I was new, I didn’t know what the next couple of weeks was going to offer, but Dustin knew what I did not: I was about to get hooked on Dews.

The next day, the Dews popped out again. I wasn’t so quick to refuse this time, they couldn’t be so bad right? Wrong! The taste couple with the sticky sweetness was overwhelming, I could only take a couple of sips. But then my palette started to change, and I found myself beginning to crave the gag reflex triggering taste. They would pop out at odd and dependable times, usually around lunch in the field, or back in the truck after finishing sampling. Sometimes, on difficult days, we’d even have to resort to drinking a Dew before hoisting our packs. We always drink them together, and delight in the ickyness of what we were doing. After drinking a Dew, we’d always be more revved up and ready to go back to work even though we’re sleep deprived, sore, and cold. Our rituals surrounding Dews continued to escalate as June turned into July. We brought three Dews per person with us, just in case. We started chugging them. We’d hide them in the glove compartments and stash them under seats. Twice, we drove up to Imnavait where some of our lab was sampling and left some surprise Dews on the dashboard.

As I said, I developed a taste for them. But I guess it wasn’t a taste for the flavor, but it was more a taste for the feelings of community that they inspire. After a long day of trudging through the tundra in the rain with a few liters of water on your back, the Dew at the end of the tunnel is one way we keep our spirits up. Its so weird that something as icky as Mountain Dew is one of the cornerstones upon which my experience at Toolik has been built upon, but there’s nothing like doing something silly such as sharing a couple of dews with a couple of friends to remind myself that this place is very, VERY, far from home.

Lake NE14! Can you spot all the Dews in this picture?
Dustin is so impatient to have his Dew he’s drinking through the net
Getting psyched!

3 reasons why I feel like what I’m actually doing is participating on an expedition to an alien planet

  1. The fashion trends

    Bug season is in full swing now, which means that depending on the unfathomable forces of nature, even a thirty second walk from the lab to the dining hall means attracting a cloud of bloodsucking mozzies. It is barely tolerable for that thirty second period, so naturally when out in the field a bit more protection is desired. Most people opt for bug shirts; a tan or kakhi smock-like shirt sporting netting in select areas (underarms/sides) for ventilation purposes. The large hood with a zipperable black mesh screen that covers the face completes the image of someone who is ready to fend off something a lot more dangerous than mosquitoes. Such as aliens. I hear they are quite ineffective against bears though. Not quite sure how they would stand against aliens.

  2. The sun never sets

    I don’t think that I’ve broached this subject yet, which is strange because I feel like it is central to this place: the sun never sets. Ever. Its such a strange thing because it completely destroys any sense of time passing. My time here feels like one long day, which it essentially is; one long day that never ends. Even though it is quite dark in the weatherports, the light streaming in through the cracks between pieces of tarp is a constant reminder that night does not exist up here. It also makes going outside to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night a very confusing experience.

  3. The local flora and fauna

    So I know that I’ve already gushed about how awesomely weird the tundra is and how its nothing like I’ve ever seen before, but I must go on. I went on an awesome hike last Sunday up this mountain called Molar (because… it looks like a molar?) which was my first experience hiking in the Arctic. I had been warned by people who actually know what they’re talking about that hiking up here is not like hiking elsewhere, and though you may think you’re a good hiker elsewhere, the terrain (your choice between squishy tundra or loose boulders) and lack of hiking infrastructure (ie paths) make it slightly more difficult. Luckily, this hike was an “easy” one.

    When my mind wasn’t being distracted by thoughts of the mountain collapsing on top of me or of being mauled by that yonder herd of Dall sheep, I actually found it very enjoyable to scope out the next bend the slope and see if it was climbable. Sometimes it was. Sometimes others thought that I have the unnatural talent to find the worst way to get from point A to point B.

    One of my most memorable moments of the hike was when we were scrambling up a seemingly unending very vertical channel of stair-like moss covered boulders. The moss was so thick and springy that it was easy to climb, and I was comforted by the thought that if I fell it would be the best cushioning material ever. As I would take a break every couple of meters by resting my face on the thick spongy moss, I thought to myself, this has got to be the weirdest place in the world.

Molar Mountain, with a view of the majestic pipeline
Dall sheep
Made it to the tippy top!
I can’t believe this place is real

Happy 4th of July!!

Toolik, as a Long Term Ecological Research Station, has a long history and has built up a plethora of traditions. For the 4th of July, each lab comes up with a theme, makes costumes, and performs a skit. The skits are judged by a team of Toolik staff members and the best are awarded prizes. The catch is that you only have two hours between the end of dinner at 7 and the beginning of the parade at 9 to get everything done. Our lab has quite a reputation for excellence when it comes to these important matters, and I’m glad to report that we didn’t disappoint.

The other labs put on awesome skits, here the Toolik staff skit recreated a very realistic Mayan human sacrifice
Proud Klingons
The Landwater group! Everyone participated, even the Principal Investigators: George, Rose, Werner, and Beth
In the back: Darth Vader (George), Obi Wan (Werner), Boba Fett (Michelle), Ewok (Katie)
In the front: Yoda (Brittany), Princess Leia (Sara), Stormtrooper (Beth), Chewbacca (Colin), Text (Colleen), C3PO (me), R2D2 (Robert), Han Solo (Jason), Stormtrooper (Rose) 

A couple random observations…

1. VHS players are alive and well

Its really funny that with all the sophisticated in stuff camp the TV is hooked up to a VHS player. I haven’t seen a wall of videos so big in many many years. We tried to watch a movie earlier today, and I was amazed by how hard it was to remember how to use it. What, you have to rewind the video, whaaaaat?? But we figured it out eventually. We are scientists after all 🙂

2. Off-path navigation is a necessary skill

Excepting the sites that are very close to camp, there are no paths between the other sites, which I guess makes sense, but it definitely makes walking between some of them a hit or miss situation. Traveling between sites usually prompted conversation like the following:

“Ummm, I think its a little bit more to right.”

“Over this hill… actually no.”

“I remember seeing a shrub on the way last time…I think.”

Usually this didn’t cause much circling, but some of the sites were a little out of the way. I was super impressed that Dustin and Sara knew where they were going. I certainly did not.

3. Bear spray is a real thing

On my first day of the I-series, camp radios us to ask if we have any bear spray. We don’t. I ask, what is bear spray? Do you spray it on yourself to make you unpalatable to bears? Does it create a person shaped decoy in the air that bears will go after instead of you?

Apparently, its highly concentrated pepper spray that you spray in the general direction of bears as they charge. First of all, I didn’t realize that this was actually a concern. But now that I knew about it, I started to get slightly concerned. Luckily we picked some bear spray from the LTREB group later in the day. So we’re all good!

Filtering away in the light dusting of summer snow
Just a bunch of serious scientists
Lovely lakes, give us our samples!

I-Series

On Tuesday and Wednesday, I experienced my first hard-core sampling extravaganza: the I-series. The I-Series (I stands for inlet) are a string of lakes and streams that run into Toolik Lake. Three groups are involved, the landwater or streams group (me, Sara, and Dustin), the lakes group, and the LTREB (microbial DNA) group. As landwater group, we collect water and gases from the inlets (where water goes in) and outlets (where water goes out) of each lake. There are 9 lakes (I1, I2, I3 etc… with Iswamp inserted in the jumble) that we sample over two days.

The fact that this is a big outing is already very exciting, but on top of that, I was going to get to ride in a helicopter for the first time! Ever!! Tuesday morning I joined the other people who had never taken the “coop” at Toolik before for a debriefing where I was told useful information such as, never approach a helicopter from uphill and hold on to your hat after you get dropped off. I was very excited. The ride was only a couple of minutes long, but it was so amazing to see the tundra from that far up, it seemed to go on forever.

We got dropped off at the I1 inlet at 9:30, and I was pumped to start the day. We were visiting 11 sites on Tuesday and 14 sites on Wednesday. At about 30 minutes per site, its a long time in the field. Luckily, we had a good plan of action. Dustin’s job was to measure discharge, which is speed/volume of the water leaving or entering the site. He does this by measuring the stage or height of the water at 1m intervals at marked spot across the stream, and has an instrument with a mini water-wheel-like attachment to measure the speed at which the water is streaming. Sara took gas samples from the water, and then would help me filter the water into different bottles that we’d bring back to camp for analysis. After so many sites, I’m definitely a pro at filtering now!

Not only was it a lot of fun, but the weather was gorgeous as well. Sara and Dustin were telling me horror stories of having to do the I-Series in freezing cold and fog, which sounds slightly less than idyllic. I guess the only bad thing about my first I-Series is that it has set my standards so high for the next one. Hopefully July will be just as fantastic!  

This is a map of the I-Series from a Dr. Kling Paper. On Tuesday, we sampled I8 Headwaters to I6 West, and on Wednesday we went from from I6 to Toolik Inlet.
First helicopter ride!!
Loading the helicopter for the ride back. Squishing in with our packs and equipment was no easy feat.
LandWater and LTREB! From left to right: Sara, me, Dustin, Michelle, Jason, Byron 
One of the gorgeous I-series
Tundra landscape
Sitting by I6 West and filtering some water. Last batch of the day!! Maybe that’s why I look so happy :p

First Impressions

I wrote this post last Sunday (June 17th), so its a little belated… woops.

On Thursday, I enjoyed the lovely drive up to Toolik. With me in the red truck were Dr. Byron Crump and his technician, Michelle. Dr. Crump is doing some fascinating research about the genetic variability of the microbial community in the lakes and streams around Toolik.

We started off on the highway after checking that the radio worked and hat the gas meter showed a full tank. The drive up took us 9 hours, but it passed by so quickly. I was so engrossed in looking out the window I got a stiff neck. For the first half of the trip, the landscape was dominated by extremely tall, scraggly spruce trees and light birch trees. The trees stretched on and over hills and mountains. The highway alternated between paved and dirt portions, but both were very well maintained. The only other vehicles we encountered on the road were huge trucks hurtling along waaaay faster than trucks that size should be allowed to go. I just kept on being surprised by how huge and empty everything was. There was just so much room and no people. The landscape was pretty homogeneous, the noticeable exception being crossing the Yukon River and the Brooks Range. Once we left the Brooks Range, the trees disappeared.

Interesting fact: the height of the trees in the Arctic is controlled by the depth of the permafrost. In the Arctic, the ground contains a thick layer of permafrost, which is soil that is permanently frozen all year round. The higher the latitude, the colder it is, and the closer to the surface the permafrost is, which makes the layer of soil in which the trees can take root thinner. Shorter roots mean shorter trees, and by the time we reach the tundra, the permafrost is so thick that those tall birch trees we saw earlier down the road were reduced to tiny birch bushes. The trees have no room to grow. And that’s why there are no trees in the tundra.

Once we reached the tundra it was only an hour or so before we were at Toolik field Station. The station has one central building which serves as dining hall and offices for the staff who run the station. Off to one side are living quarters, some boxy campervan style rooms, other tarpaulin domed weatherports. I’m living in the latter, on the Southern corner of camp. I’m alone for now, but I may get a roommate in the future. On the other side of camp are the labs, green rectangles lined up on the edge of the lake. My lab-group is separated between Lab 4, Wet Lab, and Dry Lab. I’m in Lab 4 and Wet Lab with Sara and the rest of the group (Byron, Michelle, Dustin, Jason, and Collin) are in Dry Lab. People mill about quite freely though. The lab space is shared with other groups so it can get quite crowded. Luckily Lab 4 is pretty free for now, but as the summer goes on, more people will arrive and it will get more cosy.

By the time we got to Toolik on Thursday, there was barely enough time for a quick orientation, settling in, and going to sleep. After breakfast on Friday, Sara, Dustin, and headed to Amnavait, a site about 10 minutes away by truck where we were scheduled to gather water and gas samples. It was a gorgeous day, blue sky and hot enough to wear tshirts. As this is a site that is sampled quite frequently, Toolik built a boardwalk from the road to the stream, which is very nice because walking on the tundra is no easy task. In most places, the ground is covered in a thick layer of moss or very springy earth, and whenever you take a step you sink down about 10 cm. Its a bit like walking on sand. So the boardwalk definitely speeded up the walk quite a lot.

The most basic things that I need to learn how to do is to take water and gas samples, and to filter the water samples in the field. The principle of filtering the samples is to fill a syringe with water and push the sample through a filter that is attached to the end of the syringe, and fill different bottles that are intended for different analyses. The filters are also collected and analyzed for particulate matter. It sounds easy in theory, but its a little difficult in practice. Firstly, its pretty time consuming with all the rinsing in between samples, and also there’s a lot of bottles to fill. But most importantly, its a little difficult to juggle everything with two hands while keeping everything as clean as possible. Its actually quite physical work, the easiest way to filter is to brace the syringe on your shoulder and hold the bottle between your knees. Sara showed me her bruises from filtering, it looks pretty brutal. Sadly, I can feel some coming on already. Taking gas samples is a little bit trickier, as it involves transferring air from one syringe to another. There’s a lot of balance involved. I find that difficult. Mostly I’m concentrating on not spilling the water all over the place.

Can’t wait to see what next week has in store!!

Weatherports in the 2am light, home for the next two months
There are several wooden walkways near camp; much easier than walking on the spongy tundra
Toolik Lake