My works spans glacier hydrology, glacier geophysics, remote sensing and mathematical modelling.
But as we head up the sandy valley beside the twisted turquoise ice of the Khumbu glacier, my passing headaches suddenly switch into something more snarly.
We soon reached a vista from which the entire city of Juneau and the ocean was visible to my right, and the glacier looked like it was being spit out by the mountains to my left.
This morning, as Vern crooned on, I removed the bandanna tied around my eyes (in June, the sun never sets on the Alaska Range) and donned my fogged-up prescription glacier glasses.
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On the day after my reconnaissance on the glacier with Mike Roberts, David Putnam and I set forth to begin reconstructing the history of Drukso Gangri ('Dragon Tooth Glacier') from the footprints it has left behind on the landscape.
When the feeling of happiness manages to hack its way through the glacier of my PTSD, I force it away.
I stood at the bottom of the Mýrdalsjökull glacier in my crampons, harness, and snowsuit, marvelling at the monstrosity of this giant natural ice cube.
It's been my regular base while doing field work for my PhD on a local glacier.
The day after I arrived, I fell on my face, out on the glacier.
