NG Emerging Explorer Jørn Hurum is currently on Spitsbergen Island in the Arctic Circle excavating the remains of ancient marine reptiles worthy of the most fantastic Norse legends. Follow the expedition here on Explorers Journal through updates from him and his team, and catch up on his previous expedition for more.
By Erik Tunstad
Its eight o’clock, lunch is over. Fair enough, considering that I woke up at eight. Twelve hours ago.
The rest of the team members are on their way up to their mountain quarries once more. I can see five of them from where I am sitting: five dark heaps of dirt against the gray shale, and the outline of holes in the mountain behind.
Victoria and Lena are about to creep down into their hole. The plesiosaur is still promising, but no more.
Tommy has got Stig and Bjorn with him, so over there things are about to happen. Their fossil was covered with the first layers of plaster earlier today. Now they have brought a chain saw.
Pat and Jørn have just started plastering their “praying ichthyosaur”. They have a further walk, past Krzysztof’s log and to the left.
Even further up in the same direction I can see the reason for our delayed lunch, the three newcomers, Aubrey, Julie, and Oyvind. They have already opened their own quarry all the way up the hillside. A plesiosaur. It was discovered during yesterday’s search.
I can hear the chain saw now. Stig and Bjorn are in full action. There is shale everywhere, and soon the lump of plaster has the shape of an altar.
According to Jørn, we are way ahead of schedule. Plastering is usually something the group is hurrying to get done in the last days, and we are only on day three. Good!
I will probably start on my way up the hill soon too.
I’m on the other side now. I could have done some interesting work down here too. When we arrived on Friday and found this spot, one of the more or less flat areas, we had to clear away lots of pebbles and rocks.
Jørn soon discovered that it wasn’t rocks, but bone fragments, the remains of a kind of plesiosaur, called a pliosaur. One of the biggest and most ferocious predators of them all. We are camping on one!
The rest of the body is probably up the hill somewhere. Jørn keeps looking.
So far all the bones have been gathered in our small museum, and are shown to the tourists as they keep coming in from Longyearbyen, the nearest major permanent human habitation.
Well, I better go up and watch the plaster massacre up there. It could be a nice and long haul. And the weather forecast predicts sun after midnight, Victoria says.
Or after dinner, as we say around here.
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