Walking on Soft Ice

I came home from tonight’s quick trip to the Mendenhall Glacier empty handed…but not with an empty spirit. It felt good to get out on the lake for one of the last times this spring, break through the soft top crust into five inches of slushy water, and then keep walking. It really was beautiful too, with clouds lingering in a clearing sky as the sun set. It’s just that the special light never showed up…no big deal. I’ve got archives.

"Lines on the Ceiling" - grooves and silt make designs on the underside of the glacier