ALASKA AMERICA’s LAST FRONTIER
Ice beautiful, mysterious Natures Killer. Eskimos live under it, skiers often die under it. The mesmerizing allure of crystallized water, the mountaineering expeditions on the NATIONAL GEO or DISCOVERY CHANNELS that show human beings hard against the enormity of nature, reveling in the huge personal challenge to overcome the cold, and forging on ice and snow across terrain that is breathtakingly beautiful and the same time terrifyingly treacherous. It's a beauty known only to those willing to sacrifice their better instincts to witness. Its an adventure meant only for the fantastically fit, the incredibly resilient pointedly determined. The risk they take on the frozen lands to bring us live all the corners of the world, home on to our screens.
Trekking across the pristine white landscape the fields of ice and and glaciers .The surface had such varying features, there were ice caves, crevasses, narrow gullies and ridges and narrow passages formed by the centre of huge blocks of melting ice forcing me to squeeze through the sideways. And in such close proximity with huge chunks on both sides, the sun dazzled the snow into brilliance. Ice dust rested on the thick evergreen pine trees the temperature was bone chilling. The warmth being sucked away from my body never mind the four layers of clothing and fleece. The escalating mountain was built of hard frozen ice. Hibernating wild eagles hovered in the freezing altitudes locating prey in the icy habitat silver finned fishes took refuge in the pocket of glassy waters, it was wonderfully clear day and the ink blue sky was also being reflected in the pools of water. The lazing white bears were huge and strong like white boulders huddled in the frozen caves.
Thin fine snow drizzled gently on the hillocks. Tons of ice around its frigid even in the bright sunlight. The cold was in the bones I felt my blood freezing. Ice walking is more of than an adventurous activity than a sport, it may look easy on television but there are techniques and methods to this activity. The terrain rather than rocky scree or a mud track is frozen ice. Ridges had melted or weaker or had fallen down altogether. And therefore I was the pathfinder and determined whether the beaten path was sturdy enough. By the time I finished my circuit made way back to the ice helipad I saw icicles hanging to the blades of my helicopter then got off the crampons and leaned back to my seat. Then heard the wind swirling sound as the huge vanes of the helicopter picked up speed within minutes I was air-borne.
As I watched from the window,
The wilderness was a sea-gate to winter storms; it was a hamlet of paradise.
Kingdom invaded by snow and ruled by storms.
Ice beautiful, mysterious Natures Killer. Eskimos live under it, skiers often die under it. The mesmerizing allure of crystallized water, the mountaineering expeditions on the NATIONAL GEO or DISCOVERY CHANNELS that show human beings hard against the enormity of nature, reveling in the huge personal challenge to overcome the cold, and forging on ice and snow across terrain that is breathtakingly beautiful and the same time terrifyingly treacherous. It's a beauty known only to those willing to sacrifice their better instincts to witness. Its an adventure meant only for the fantastically fit, the incredibly resilient pointedly determined. The risk they take on the frozen lands to bring us live all the corners of the world, home on to our screens.
Trekking across the pristine white landscape the fields of ice and and glaciers .The surface had such varying features, there were ice caves, crevasses, narrow gullies and ridges and narrow passages formed by the centre of huge blocks of melting ice forcing me to squeeze through the sideways. And in such close proximity with huge chunks on both sides, the sun dazzled the snow into brilliance. Ice dust rested on the thick evergreen pine trees the temperature was bone chilling. The warmth being sucked away from my body never mind the four layers of clothing and fleece. The escalating mountain was built of hard frozen ice. Hibernating wild eagles hovered in the freezing altitudes locating prey in the icy habitat silver finned fishes took refuge in the pocket of glassy waters, it was wonderfully clear day and the ink blue sky was also being reflected in the pools of water. The lazing white bears were huge and strong like white boulders huddled in the frozen caves.
Thin fine snow drizzled gently on the hillocks. Tons of ice around its frigid even in the bright sunlight. The cold was in the bones I felt my blood freezing. Ice walking is more of than an adventurous activity than a sport, it may look easy on television but there are techniques and methods to this activity. The terrain rather than rocky scree or a mud track is frozen ice. Ridges had melted or weaker or had fallen down altogether. And therefore I was the pathfinder and determined whether the beaten path was sturdy enough. By the time I finished my circuit made way back to the ice helipad I saw icicles hanging to the blades of my helicopter then got off the crampons and leaned back to my seat. Then heard the wind swirling sound as the huge vanes of the helicopter picked up speed within minutes I was air-borne.
As I watched from the window,
The wilderness was a sea-gate to winter storms; it was a hamlet of paradise.
Kingdom invaded by snow and ruled by storms.
1 comment:
HI,THIS IS JANE AGAIN,HOW WONDER YOU WENT OVER THERE TO WRITE THIS POEM,I CAN NOT STOP APPRECIATING YOU.
"Kingdom invaded by snow and ruled by storms"
THE ABOVE LINE JUST SHOWS HOW STRONG IT IS.WOW!YOUR WRITINGS ARE AWESOME,YOU WILL REACH GREATER HEIGHTS IN LIFE,ALL THE BEST MR.SUMAN
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