ICE HAS its own language: sastrugi, needles, pancakes, hoar frost and rime are among the many forms that frozen water can assume.
Rime is ice on steroids; strange formations that grow like horizontal stalagmites on any protruding surface, be it a sign, marker pole, cairn or hut. On a recent trip to Syme Hut in Egmont National Park, I was fascinated to see that ice formations had mushroomed out from the narrow wires holding down the hut. A curious fact (one I learned only recently): rime forms into the prevailing weather, and grows like a stalagmite, one drop at a time. Rain, sleet or snow catches on the protruding object, freezes to it and then acts as a collector, gathering more and more rime and growing towards the direction of…