> At the other end of the dynamic scale, in '72 my wife and I, courtesy of =
an
> American Forester, Clark Gleason, stopped at a visitor information statio=
n
> at an entrance on the eastern side of (I think) Yosemite NP. Location is
> not important anyway. There was a tiny pond covered with a thin sheet of
> ice which was melting with the morning warmth. It made a heavenly sound.
> Very soft, very beautiful. Wished I had a recorder with me. Not much
> opportunity for listening to ice in the subtropics.
Ahh, I would love to hear a compilation of recordings of such things!
I too have heard the ice singing like this: for me, it was a collection of
five or six lakes at the top of the Gokyo valley in Nepal, just below the
high peak Cho Oyu: as the sun moved and the shadow the bull-dozed morraine
retreated from each lake successively, it tinkled and cracked (as did the
grumpy construction site of the glacier itself!)... a very treasured
memory.
Particularly memorable for the snow leopard prints leading down to one
lake! I spent a few hours motionless in vain hope that I might see one...
:)
aaron
http://www.quietamerican.org
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