This morning we awoke traversing Wrangell Narrows. There was a bit of a chill in the air and a little rain to accompany us, but in no way did it detract from the beauty around the ship. Snow-topped mountains were jetting up out of the water and a small fishing town was coming into sight. This town was the next stop on our adventure. Petersburg is a small fishing community nestled in the once glaciated valleys of southeast Alaska. Here many of our guests had the opportunity to take a flight-seeing trip to see the southern-most tidewater glacier in North America, the Le Conte glacier. Taking off in a float- plane we headed off into the splendor of Alaska. Mountain goats were seen climbing the steep mountainsides effortlessly. Harbor seals and their new pups were lying contentedly on the safety of the icebergs in the inlet below the glacier.
New fallen snow showed those flying above how the glacier is replenished year after year. The huge crevasses in the river of ice gave all of us a sense of awe, as we realized that the crevasses were many hundreds of feet in depth. No one who went came back the same. We all shared in the glory of nature and were thankful for it.
