How it all began

In my twenties, I was fortunate to meet a highly respected elder Eskimo woman, Pauline. She was raised in a whaling village on the Arctic coast in north western Alaska. They subsisted on fishing, along with hunting and trapping, done mostly by dog team. There were no stores or motorized vehicles, and no white men other than an occasional ship that would stop and trade with them, providing guns, ammunition and knives for furs and ivory.

Vintage photograph of Inupiat Eskimo men sitting together with animal skin drums in their hands.
Inupiat Eskimo drummers

Later in life, she moved to a northern Alaskan city. Every fall I would hunt all across the state, far and wide, and fill her freezer with moose, caribou, dall sheep, deer, and mountain goat. She only liked traditional food, and had a hard time with what she was forced to buy in a store. I helped her in many other ways during this last part of her life, and over the years we became very close. I was like a son to her; a prized son at that.

Pauline still had a large family near to the village where she was raised. She would visit in the summer, and one year asked me to join her. She had told them about this white man from Oregon, now an Alaskan, who had been helping her, and they all wanted to meet me. When I arrived, Pauline introduced me to her brother, Stephen. Thirty-three of the 250 people in the village were Stephen’s grandchildren. She also introduced me to the 80-year old preacher whom she had been very close friends with since a young child.

A week later I was on a caribou hunt up river with three younger men from the family. On our return, the preacher stood by the shore waiting for us. There was a story he wanted to tell me. He told me of the riches in the mountains far up river, referring to “the money that could be seen when the sun shines”. He specifically used the term “money”, not gold or anything else. I asked myself what this could possibly be.

Well, almost thirty years passed before I could answer that question. The waiting was unbearable at times, so I finally took a chance; I flew in by helicopter and camped out for several weeks with my dog, Beau.

Prospecting and surviving in Arctic wilderness with nothing but pick, shovel and gold pan is not easy. There were many hungry bears to deal with along with other obstacles, such as adverse weather and the biggest mosquitos you can imagine. The feeling when I first discovered these crystals was indescribable. I didn’t know exactly what I had in my hand, but I knew it was something I had never seen before after mining and prospecting for many years. They looked so much like cut polished diamonds, so brilliant, and so clear, it was truly amazing to see in the bright arctic sun.

They were located in a relatively small area, mostly found in rock. Prospecting soon led to mining.

Our mining practices are environmentally sound, done by hand on small scale in order to preserve the pristine environment in which they are found. The land is otherwise used for hunting and trapping by Inupiat Eskimos living in surrounding villages and fishing in waters downstream, so utmost care and respect for the land is observed at all times.

After that long journey, today we have cut the stones and set them into various forms of fine jewelry for your enjoyment and well-being. I believe in my heart that if you wear this gemstone jewelry you will feel the benefits referred to earlier: energy, mental clarity, increased psychic abilities and well-being.

Two large Musk Ox grazing on tundra near mining site with equipment in foreground.
Musk Ox grazing near mine site


Alaskan Arctic Stones, LLC

1619 Sawmill Creek Road, #11 • Sitka, Alaska 99835