{"id":21402,"date":"2024-03-27T10:35:13","date_gmt":"2024-03-27T14:35:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ncseagrant.ncsu.edu\/coastwatch\/?page_id=19304"},"modified":"2024-08-28T17:05:22","modified_gmt":"2024-08-28T21:05:22","slug":"ice-to-ocean","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ncseagrant.ncsu.edu\/coastwatch\/ice-to-ocean\/","title":{"rendered":"Ice to Ocean"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
\n\nNew findings about ground elevations at the coast confirm that the battle between land and sea has become increasingly one-sided \u2014 and that an ecological transformation of coastal North Carolina has begun.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
A couple of summers ago, I willingly ran off an alpine cliff roughly 7,000 feet above sea level and 3,000 feet above a small Swiss village. I was paragliding for the first time, floating on a cushion of air under a wing and with a pilot, \u201cVeit,\u201d who had grown up in Grindelwald, the town anchored so firmly (and distantly) below us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Veit looked like he had just gotten his driver\u2019s license. Of course, he actually had years of experience \u2014 as he had explained on the long cable car ride up \u2014 and he had navigated all the typically rigorous Swiss requirements that now allowed him to jump off cliffs with tourists. In short, there was little doubt I was safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But knowing you\u2019re safe and feeling safe aren\u2019t the same thing. And one of the first surprises of paragliding was the absolute quiet as the air slips by and around you, leaving you alone with the stakes, and, in this case, an overwhelming panorama. The Eiger, the M\u00e4ttenberg, and the Wetterhorn, three glacier-topped peaks across the valley, soared above us and served as sentries for two gorges that opened up to sun-sparked icy ridgelines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the same time, even though there\u2019s always something higher than you are in the Alps, it still was impossible to forget our own altitude. When Veit caught a gentle updraft, below my dangling boots the tiny rooftops in Grindelwald began to shrink even more, and at about 3,500 feet above the cobblestone sidewalks I resorted to interviewing him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We were gliding now at 17 m.p.h. toward the Pfingstegg gondola station, the upper stop on the M\u00e4ttenberg that deposited hikers only a few hundred feet from a trailhead but with plenty of work left to do from there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n