Today was a good day, and I was able to accomplish one of my personal goals I had set out for my visit to Alexandra Fjord: scotch on the rocks, with the rocks being ice cut from an Arctic glacier. Katherine offered to run the FTIR for me for a couple of hours in the afternoon, giving me a chance to explore the Dome a little bit. I made it to the side of the glacier bordering the Dome to the southeast, and cut a bit of ice and dropped it into a Nalgene bottle. It was still quite frozen when I returned to camp, and I stashed it in a nearby snowbank until after dinner.
Me, with my bottle of specially-purchased-just-for-this-trip anCnoc scotch.
An alarmingly phallic icicle that I cut from the underside of a glacial shelf over a glacial river, in my glass.
Some for me.
Some for Katherine.
I am well pleased with my glacial scotch.
I think Katherine took this picture mainly because of that phallic ice.
We were both highly impressed with the anCnoc (pronounced “a-nock”, apparently), it’s delicious even without ultra-pure ice.