Greenlandic weather threw us seven innings of curve balls this field season, but as I pore through pictures of our past month's foray, I find myself a bit amazed at the richness of the data set we accumulated under even the worst of conditions. Over a dozen logged, measured and sampled firn cores. A hundred and fifty kilometers of continuous high-resolution GPR (ground penetrating radar), ready to process and uplink to a coincident and vast airborne dataset. An entirely new suite of stations transmitting data to improve satellite mass balance measurments... just to name few. Every core we pulled up and every radar profile we collected points to unmistakable rapid changes happening in Greenland's snow and ice at every elevation we visited. We see it. We know it. But right now it's as if we're the only ones who do. The work isn't done yet. Samples need to be analyzed, core densities digitized, radar algorithms written, processed and calibrated. Plots need to be created, maps generated; results submitted, reviewed and published. We realize we still have as many questions as we do answers, and we're already discussing the needed foci of future campaigns (funding proposals need to be written and submitted, campaigns planned, logistics organized... rinse and repeat).
But even a tireless scientist finds time to breathe, and with our science cargo returning from the ice tomorrow at the earliest (precluding a day of sorting, drying and repacking), we were able to take a welcome rest day in Kangerlussuaq. A short hike this afternoon found us staring at a small herd of muskox, two of them butting heads in displays of dominance before grazing again on the shores of an Arctic lake. Even as the implications of our data burn an impatient hole in my mind, I can't help but smile at the beauty of one of the world's greatests wildernesses just a stone's throw outside of town. For much of the rest of the year we'll be neck-deep in stratigraphy profiles and radar traces. But today I'm just a lucky man on a sunny Spring day in Kanger. As soon as my plane touches down in Denver next week, the real work will begin.
|Horst at -39°C. The moisture of our breath froze instantly to any surface it could condense.|
|Sled packed at 10pm, Dye-2.|
|Sun halos at Camp-2 after a storm clears, 60 km NNE of Dye-2.|
|Alex starting another core at 2350 m on our first fully-sunny day in 2 weeks, day 27 of the trip. The lab coat is a tradition among University of Colorado field geographers, wearing it for photo ops in our working environment.|
|Traversing to Dye-2 on a glorious clear evening, Day 28.|
|Gear packed and ready to go at Raven Camp. Day 29. Koni Steffan's twin otter plane arrived moments later to carry us off the ice.|
|Musk-oxen near an unnamed lake during a dayhike after trip's end, outside Kangerlussuaq.|