Mount Everest climbers are reporting that the Hillary Step, a chunk of rock just below the mountain’s summit, is gone. Named after Edmund Hillary, who made the first successful ascent of Everest in 1953 with Tenzing Norgay, the vertical outcrop was considered the last great hurdle for mountaineers to get over before stepping foot on…
World’s hottest borehole, Iceland [credit: BBC]
Not much oil or gas, but plenty of steam available for use in Iceland as Phys.org reports.
It’s named after a Nordic god and drills deep into the heart of a volcano: “Thor” is a rig that symbolises Iceland’s leading-edge efforts to produce powerful clean energy.
If successful, the experimental project could produce up to 10 times more energy than an existing conventional gas or oil well, by generating electricity from the heat stored inside the earth: in this case, volcanic areas.
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This video says about itself:
Troglobites: Strange Cave Specialists – Planet Earth – BBC Earth
31 March 2017
Many caves are like islands, cut off from the outside world and other known civilization. This isolation has resulted in the evolution of various strange creatures. These species range from the blind salamander to the Belizean white crab and are considered cave specialists and are better known as troglobites.
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Our spring is arriving in spits and spurts. There have been spring blizzards with accumulating snow. Another part of our spring is fog. It is unusual in Edmonton and could be due to the warming and cooling that has occurred.
In keeping with the slow arrival of spring and the fog, I wrote this poem. When we lived in Prince George, BC, fog was more common. The city is in a valley at the confluence of the Fraser and Nechako Rivers. Edmonton has fog around the North Saskatchewan River, but the valley is not the same.
In Prince George, if I drove out of the bowl, I looked back and saw the fog hanging over the city. Its lines were not clearly drawn, but blurred and uneven.
Look back into the valley’s bowl
The city evaporates,
Gray lines blur my vision.
The road ends at the next curve,
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