6th
Saturday at noon I went out with
Mrs. J. E. Crane to the big ice floe - half
a mile in front of Nome. It is piled
20 feet above the ice pack and seems
to rest on a bar. We climbed to the
top - only 20 feet, and had a fine
view of the Arctic ice field. As far as
we could see to the south, east and
west the sea was covered with ice -
with here and there great winrows - of
ice thrown up by the sea and possibly
by pressure as the pack came in &
lodged. We went on out a mile to
where the fishermen were catching crabs
- and even on beyond that. Way in the
distance we could see the steam rising
which sufficiently located open water
- probably a lane of water between
the packs. We came back and I
began court at 2 oclock, having
seen a frozen ocean in its arctic
beauty, as well as the most glorious
sunset, - all in less than two
hours. The sunset colors were delicate
yet beautiful - delicate rose, blues
and grays - whites & baby yellows.
