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"June 1950 Taku Glacier. The ski-wheel C-47 touched down smoothly on the snow. It was early evening with long daylight
hours approaching the summer solstice. Shadows marking sun cups that barely had begun to form defined the flat speckled surface,
making depth perception for landing far better than in the glare of midday. In a half hour of flying time from Juneau, the
earth, transformed, took on the image of a past ice age. After gaining altitude over Gastineau Channel, the flight at first
followed Mendenhall Glacier to the north and later, turning eastward, crossed over to the Taku. As the dark Pacific coastal
forest receded, a seemingly endless alpine snowscape, lapped onto intervening horned peaks and sharp-edged ridges, came into
view. Under a pale sun, hung low in the sky, the flight entered the ice-sculptured sanctum of another world. Nunataks studding
the sky stood like watchmen that for millennia had guarded an eternity of ice and snow. Overcome by the size and distance
of physical features, one became transported by the vastness of the ice field. The immediate, wide expanse of landing area
had not been readily apparent in aerial perspective. Visibility extended to peaks over 6 km distant. Across the glacier, the
Taku Towers at over 1950 m in altitude, stood in sharp relief on the skyline. Cooling from the heat of day, the light air,
carried by a gentle wind, was deceptively mild. Inescapable, in the stillness of oncoming night, evolved an engrossing atmosphere
of unparalleled tranquility and spiritual cleansing.
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