Thursday, December 3, 2015

Heli-hike on Franz Joseph Glacier - Otherworldly prose


Looking down the Franz Josef glacier - its retreat is obvious


The wild wet winds of the Tasman Sea wash New Zealand's west coast with torrents of rain.  The sheer weight of winter snows compress into a series of low altitude glaciers that scrape their way towards the sea.

Two are on the tourist itinerary - Franz Josef and Fox.







One of the helicopters dwarfed by the ice fall





In fine weather, helicopters rise from their eponymous villages carrying hikers to landing spots carved into their higher reaches.









Our safety briefing




Glib young guides wield ice picks with thor-like bravado and stride the ice channeling Indiana Jones.  They gird us in crampons and caution us on the dangers of crevasses and inattention.









Getting ready to start our hike





And inattentive we are.  Below us the glacier plunges into the jagged darkness of the barren valley, cascading dangerously towards the sea.









Heading out





Above us the blue ice tumbles over resistant ridges, crumpling into tortuous ice falls that creak and slip a meter a day.

We stay close to one another, awed by the heaving, plastic mass below our feet.








Under the watchful eye of our guides





We are small in this sculpted landscape of white and blue; the surface softened by weeks of steady rain, rivulets dropping into bottomless caverns to join the gushing meltwaters at the glacier's snout.










The guides constantly cut new trails




A false footing, straying too close to a crumbling lip, venturing under a weakened thrust of ice; all potentially fatal missteps.


The danger, despite our guide's admonitions, is ever-present.












But the beauty sculpted by nature's forces is otherworldly.





































Aboard the helicopter over the Franz Joseph Glacier








And in the end, we return to the tourist trail with new visions of the strange and beautiful world we inhabit.












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