Greta, Florian and I hiked out to the face of the Mendenhall Glacier yesterday, along with our friends Jen and Larry from Fairbanks. To me, it felt like a little pilgrimage to the ‘Little Antarctica’ in our backyard. It’s hard to describe the ephemeral beauty of ice. It’s even harder to express what it feels like to be inside a cavern of ice. But it’s of a splendor that also can blind a person of the unpredictable dangers inherent to such a dynamic place. The ice may appear solid, but one can never judge a book by its cover. As much as I wanted to linger Greta asked me to keep moving, as instability is pretty much the only constant in the glacial world. Here, a couple of seracs have fused together to form a gorgeous yet temporary cavern of ice.