Another landing on the continent, this time at Neko Harbor, an enchanting spot at the end of Andvord Bay, a 15 mile long fjord filled with icebergs. The light was especially interesting that day.
Hiking in the ice and snow at Neko Harbor
Returning to the Zodiacs we cruised around the bay admiring the light and ice in silence as we listened to ice flows crackle around us punctuated by an occasional clap of thunder from a distant berg or glacier breaking apart and sliding into the sea.
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
The land of ice, and of fearful sounds where no living thing was to be seen.
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--
The ice was all between.
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!
--from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
After returning from Neko Harbor they had a barbeque for us out on deck.
