walking towards the river this morning there is a new sound, loud, that I can’t figure out until I get close to the junction of the two rivers. Then I see it: there’s a tear in the ice on the Klondike, and the noise is that of the water rushing past, very grey, turning the ice at edges blue. I’ve never thought about how fast rivers run underneath their layer of winter ice, but the Klondike certainly is in a hurry. Not sure if this is an example global warming (it has been suspiciously mild up here lately, barely lower than -12) or just a fluke tear in the ice that happens every now and then.
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