The exciting account of a unprecedented journey
in the culture of Kon-Tiki
In 1996 a 9,500-year-old skeleton used to be stumbled on beside the Columbia River, galvanizing anthropologists with the prospect that prehistoric people reached North the USA from Asia by means of crossing the sea in small open boats. during this compelling narrative, world-class kayaker and technology author Jon Turk relates his winning try to re-create this perilous migration. This tale wraps an interesting anthropological argument within a gripping narrative in regards to the sea, an historical humans, and the desert of northeast Siberia.
Recounting his two-year, 3,000-mile kayak voyage from Japan's bamboo forests to the tundra of Siberia and Alaska, Turk introduces robust archeological and anthropological proof that his excursion used to be now not the 1st. He explains how the traditional Jomon humans may have accomplished this trip 10,000 to 15,000 years in the past and gives perception into the query of why they did it. either interesting event and riveting prehistory, In the Wake of the Jomon is destined to develop into a classic.
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Extra resources for In the Wake of the Jomon: Stone Age Mariners and a Voyage Across the Pacific
From the head of the drainage above our camp, I regarded down on the sea opened up less than, blue and placid. Waves seemed like imperceptible ripples—inviting, welcoming, and mysterious. No, after all I couldn’t trip again in time, yet i used to be peeking within the window. And whilst i assumed concerning the Jomon migration, I had an analogous feeling i've got while I watch Olympic athletes or hearken to an exceptional piece of song. “Wow, glance what people can do! And I’m a member of an identical species. fortunate me. ” definite, fortunate me, I had inherited the genes that enabled Stone Age migrants to outlive very good odds in unknown and sometimes adverse ecosystems. and never simply that—I had additionally inherited genes that made me decide to be the following, no longer regardless of yet as a result of uncooked harshness of where. Franz and that i had rhythm now. We had accomplished our longest crossing and had proven our courageous motto, “Hammered isn’t similar to useless. ” I cemented my get to the bottom of to come back the next 12 months and hold crusing or paddling until eventually I reached Alaska. W E COOKED a big meal, then untied the lashings to envision my broken boat. even if the crossbar used to be connected to the skin of the hull with a stout three-eighths-inch stainless-steel pin, it used to be connected to the interior by way of an aluminum pop rivet. It was once an engineer- 114 I N T H E WA okay E O F T H E J O M O N ing lapse, exacerbated by way of our folly of tying the boats jointly in the course of a typhoon and therefore exerting considerably extra rigidity at the crossbar than it used to be designed for. We spent the afternoon drilling holes and reinforcing the attachments with heavy stainless self-tapping screws. the subsequent morning, we placed again to sea. After a coarse two-day sail to the subsequent island, Oneketon, I wrote a unmarried sentence in my magazine: “It was once a cheap passage yet a bit blowy and that i didn’t sleep a lot as the sea used to be busy. ” taking a look at the magazine now, I observe that i used to be too drained and dazed to put in writing. I now not be mindful the main points, yet I do keep in mind that we have been chilly and shivering after we landed on the pogranichniki base. by means of this time, the neighborhood commander at the mainland had eventually realized approximately our excursion. After reviewing the dossier, he dubbed us “The Two-American Suicide excursion” and ordered the neighborhood commanders to help us. We had ventured a ways sufficient into the unknown to flee antiquated chilly battle rivalries and bureaucratic labyrinths. the bottom commander wasn’t a talkative, backslapping, joke-telling man; he was once simply quietly style and beneficiant. He fed us, loaned us hot outfits whereas our rainy ones dried, fired up the banyo, and provided us a comfy room with beds and fresh sheets. A hurricane got here via and we rested for 2 days. We left the pogranichniki base on August three and sailed into the fishing port of Severo Kurilsk per week later. I walked alongside a dusty highway to city, bathed within the defense of small homes nestled into eco-friendly hillsides. Franz and that i have been at sea 8 weeks, and the domesticity of city used to be either comforting and alien. on the harbor, I chatted with fishermen and said to the pogranichniki.