The next day in calmer seas (bays) we made it to the river quickly. We saw permafrost falling off into the bay, the ice layers in the permafrost. I'm sure I have learned a name for those lenses at some point in my extensive geologic education, but seeing them is more fun in person than either naming them or thinking about them. Especially because I cannot remember a name for them.
And the bush planes arrive tomorrow to lift us of the tundra.
My last tundra of the summer? No, that is not the plan, but my last night in the Arctic.
Until next summer, if everything works out.
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