We near the behemoth slices of glacial ice and slow our pace, gliding and rolling over the water as our wake gently nudges us forward.
A visit to Southeast Alaska isn’t fully complete without an encounter with one of thousands of glaciers snaking their way down mountains, through valleys, and sometimes all the way to the ocean.
With no mountains around to have rolled down, “how did this rock get here?” was the instigating question that spurred Muir’s fascination, search, and study of glaciers.
I did it. I found it. My favorite place on the planet.
As our skiff hovered near the snout of the glacier when the thunderous sound of ice breaking reverberated in the canyon just as a gigantic piece of ice the size of a 3-story building calved.