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Stories by Ben Linhoff

Following the Ice 8: Epic Melting

A few days ago, my advisor called my satellite phone to let me know that in early July, something like 98 percent of the surface of the Greenland Ice Sheet was melting at once, or, as the media put it, “The entire Greenland Ice Sheet melted.” Although the Greenland Ice Sheet is still there, this year’s melting will be something to remember.During last year's melt season, Leverett Glacier’s catchment area probably lost about one-third as much ice as what is currently melting this summer...

August 6, 2012 — Ben Linhoff

Following the Ice: Is this Global Warming?

From the mess tent, we can hear huge boulders crashing through rapids half a kilometer away. The boulders sometimes sound like approaching footsteps, and as we’re all just a tiny bit nervous about an unlikely polar bear visit, conversations trail off and we listen.In the four years our camp has existed on this glacial river, more meltwater is spilling out from beneath Leverett Glacier than we’ve ever seen...

July 12, 2012 — Ben Linhoff

Ice Day: Like a nice day, but not

“Camp is like the seven plagues of Moses. We get here in May and there’s cold and snow, which turns to rain and wind by the end of the month, in June clouds of blood sucking mosquitoes come out, and in July the wind and dust comes back.” Jon Hawking It had been a very windy night, and the sound of nylon tents flapping in the wind had kept everyone awake...

June 20, 2012 — Ben Linhoff

Following the Ice: Glacial Dam

I knew something was wrong. I pulled my blindfold off, unzipped my sleeping bag and stared at the ceiling of my tent. The midnight sun had swung around to the north and the wind was up.

June 8, 2012 — Ben Linhoff

Following the Ice: In the Beginning

Over the past few months I lost sleep almost every night thinking about Greenland. Polar bears and river crossings were always at the edge of my mind while lying in bed in Massachusetts...

May 24, 2012 — Ben Linhoff

Following the Ice: Greenland

One night last summer, I rose from my bed, left my tent and walked to the river. It was well past midnight, a full moon had risen over the glacier and in the twilight of the Arctic summer night, I could make out a herd of musk ox grazing nearby...

May 14, 2012 — Ben Linhoff
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