Angela and I walked across the mud flats at low tide to meet the ice bergs. Once one, they split and drifted apart. We tasted them; only one was salty. I was surprised that more people weren't out there. One guy brought an axe and was chopping away. I also took some video to catch the sound of the fast melt off.
We had to stop the hot, thirsty dogs as each tried drinking the salty puddles left by the tide. Blech
Below is the arctic version of the Harebell. We found them growing in the sandy beach front. I had them in my garden in Ontario, but here much much smaller!
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That one iceberg looks so much like a boat its almost freaky. The harebells are beautiful too.
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