When we topped the dune and realized that we were not going to die (whew!), we had our first view of the beach. I remember being highly grateful to be downwind from the bears we thought to be nearby and probably on the beach. Looking west, in the direction of Qaxatix, an abandoned village on the Peninsula that I believe became later to be known by the Russian name "Morzhovoi", the two of us saw a number of glass fishing balls littering the black, volcanic sand. The glass balls had broken loose from fishing nets.