Margerie Glacier Magic
The boat awoke next to the massive cobalt blue spires of Margerie Glacier. A thundering crack and rolling wake from a large glacier calving stirred those aboard still half asleep.
Regardless of how many times we return to this place, the effect is still the same; we are awed and inspired.
Glaciers have a way of reminding us of our smallness. They both silence and stir us. And we only experience a fraction of their enormity from our vantage point.
After taking in Margerie’s beauty we cruised on to Lamplugh Glacier, where kayakers and small boats deployed to investigate the glacial waters more closely.
A small group of our crew also set out to explore by foot. We were dropped by skiff to the side of Lamplugh, arriving in the silky silt exposed in low tide.
Steep slabs of white and blue ice loomed above as we scrambled upwards. Looking down on the rows and rows of the glacier’s valleys and ridges of ice, earmarks of its slow movement over the millennia, my sense of awe was magnified.
That sense of perspective is why so many of us are here. It is why we choose to travel. It is out of curiosity for the world around us. It is out of a sense of wonder and an inherent need to keep exploring, moving, and growing. And once we experience a change in our perspective, we recognize that new places and people are bound to change it again.
Before turning around we saw a ptarmigan, red-tailed hawk and a marmot—a richness of life existing at the edge of an icy fortress.
We see that all is moving and changing as we change with it.