We went to see Chasing Ice last week, which happens in part at the top of some of the glaciers I was at the bottom of in May. Iceland is sort of an alarming experience to think about since I find plate tectonics even scarier than birds, and Iceland is the place where you can basically see all the way to the end of everything. I try not to think about how thin the layer is that separates us from a fiery death. Just rocks and the whims of an indifferent planet.
At one point a glacier in approximately Greenland the size of much of Manhattan breaks off and rolls over. It happens over an incredibly short amount of time, especially given how long it took to make. Anything nearby would have been frozen or drowned or crushed.
Sometimes it's a wonder we ever make it out of bed at all.
At one point a glacier in approximately Greenland the size of much of Manhattan breaks off and rolls over. It happens over an incredibly short amount of time, especially given how long it took to make. Anything nearby would have been frozen or drowned or crushed.
Sometimes it's a wonder we ever make it out of bed at all.
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