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27 Apr, 2008
It's on April 27 today. We've done with getting over the mountains from Grise Fiord.
We're now reaching Sor Fiord, the bay in Bauman Fiord.
It is very "moving" at a word.
The river runs between two mountains. In summer ice of SYDKAP ICECAP melts. After that snow follows. And then water of the ice runs into the valley.
The river is frozen over in winter.
It is not deep, but runs on the lower place where a lot of small rocks are out.
These rocks sometimes prevent us from walking on the dry riverbed. We can go with ski on the low place where snow spreads over.
When bud flushes are flushed by the weight of ICECAP, each shape of the rocks is sometimes flat by the pressure, other times the rocks are broken up like built-up bricks.
Those mountains are made of something like Noreen. So, it might be better to call it poo mountain. *You can't hear it, though.)
I guess it was all composed of glaciers around here in the ancient times. The edge of the glaciers that have melted is shining blue reflecting diffusely.
But, looking at the glaciers that look dirty with soil, (the listener couldn't catch) I have a feeling I'm a little sad.
Mitsuro Ohba
