Leaving the cut-steps and half-day walkers behind, Nigel led us out into a world of crevasses, moulins, ice-caves and seracs, of ice covered with rock frome fine grey sand to large boulders, and ice of the purest white and translucent shades of blue, contorted, cracked and lifted into a frozen maze of incredible beauty.
For a brief couple of hours we were part of this immense river of ice moving down the steep glacial valley at an average 1m per day as it is squeezed like toothpaste out from its 30 square kilometre basin under Mts Cook and Tasman by the pressure of 30m of snow each year.
Put on your sunglasses and join us on the ice at Fox Glacier.