
Hulahula River Pingo
By Frank Keim We’re camped on the Hulahula River,and after dinneron a balmy nightfive of us marched like caribousingle fileupriveralong a narrow animal trail to a tall pingosculpted long ago from ancient ice melt,and there we saton its blunt rim,peering into a black clearwater pondbelow. The mirror of the little lake shimmered in the slanting raysof the…