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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Snow - A Personal Discovery

"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice." - 'One Hundred Years Of Solitude'
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"You wanted to see snow up close, right? There!" said the Dutchman, pointing some distance off our trail.

I could make out a white patch on the grassy forest floor. "Is it?" I said, not entirely convinced. " That looks like a patch of rock, all white, perhaps powdered limestone!".


He points at yet another patch just ahead: "Here is another bit of your rock powder! Check, if you don't want to believe me."

"Hieronymus! It is not that I don't want to believe you!. In this green jungle, I just don't expect snow to be lying around. And it is not all that cold out here... anyways, let me check!"

I approached and touched the 'rock'. It was very chilly. And it was loose and grainy. I picked up a handful of the stuff and it was pretty much something like crushed ice; slowly it melted in my hand - it was actually snow!

I turned excitedly and told my fellow-traveler: "Hey, I am gonna write somewhere about my discovering snow, and sure enough, I will write about a certain Hieronymus who showed it to me!"

Note: The above incident happened many years ago. Maybe it was 'packed powdered snow' that we saw (Wikipedia lists many forms of snow). I have hardly seen snow since then; and yes, Hieronymus (that is not *quite* his real name although we used to call him so) appears to have built up a solid career in academics.


2 Comments:

  • At 10:29 PM, Blogger Random Vandamme said…

    Can you disclose the geographic location (longitude latitude), if not the country and the height of the snow-powder?

     
  • At 10:41 PM, Blogger R.Nandakumar said…

    vandamme,

    it was somewhere near tarvisio, a village near the italy-austria-slovenia border. a rather exotic place - remember seeing a wood-built church and walking down a very curiously cosmopolitan market where someone asked me pointedly: "bolivia?(?!)"

    the altitude, if i remember right, was well below 10,000 feet.

     

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