The chicks were measured, the sun was shining, and the wind had blown lots of ice into the bay. Tuesday night we finished work around 9 and then at 10 set off on an amazing walk to the glacier. We meandered along the shoreline stopping to admire all of the different types of ice. Some of the ice was in large flat sheets like the one in the last post that Derek surfed on.
 The warmer sea water had whittled away at other pieces forming some unbalanced looking sculptures.
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What fascinated us the most were some clear pieces that looked like beveled glass. 
This ice formed with fewer air bubbles giving it a unique appearance. We picked up one of these pieces to get a closer look.
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To complete our sensory experiences of the glacier ice we chose a couple of the small, clear pieces to taste. Once the salt water dripped off, the ice tasted pure and crisp.
As we walked along we could hear a faint popping sounds coming from the ice in the water. This snap, crackle, pop was the sound of air bubbles escaping from the ice. Some of this air had been trapped in glaciers for thousands of years.
Heading towards the glacier we added our footprints to the many seabird tracks.
Since the tide looked low, some of the smaller pieces of ice had washed up onto shore.
Unfortunately, pieces of plastic washed up as well. Athough we are so far from civilization, ocean currents brought us a russian plastic container.
From the shore, we climbed up the gravely glacial morraine. Finally, we reached a spot on the top of the morraine with an awesome view of the glacier. Now 11pm we emerged from the shadow of the mountain to see the beautiful backlit glacier.
From our vantage spot we shared a chocolate bar and mostly admired the glacier in silence. Eventually the time and the wind got to us, so we snapped a few touristy portaits to prove we were there and turned back.
Returning along the beach we saw a polar bear track in the sand.
As we neared the station, I checked my watch. It was 12:02.
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