Tracy Arm Fjord
Half submerged in the waters of Williams Cove a dragon was found in casual conversation with an attentive pig. Such things happen when icebergs and imaginations meet in Tracy Arm Fjord. Other icebergs tested the firmness of the land, unsure of the evolutional advantages of becoming land based and indecisive on their own, they were assisted by the incoming tide and slowly crept, melted, and floated their way back into the familiar waters of Williams Cove. The photograph above shows some of our own intrepid explorers investigating the temporarily terrestrial berg.
We walked in the texture known as green amongst diminutive flowers, some so shameless as to fling their pollen like confetti at a parade, hoping to perpetuate their species with their reckless expulsions. A small black bear along the shoreline munched roots as it silently people watched, and just as silently slipped into the woods, leaving a steaming deposit to evidence its presence. A river otter scampered through a mud puddle, have they not learned to go around? Or are their webbed feet the ultimate in wash and wear “rubber boots?” We took delight in finding the footprints, and then took the tracks with us, the frolic now forever preserved in plaster.
Water released from the bonds of snow and ice collectively leapt from the tops of the fjord walls as bungee jumping waterfalls. Their cyclic rebound to the mountain tops to come later as snow or rainfall.
With the exuberance of a kid in a candy store, Scott stabbed a finger towards a cleft in the landscape and pronounced it to be a “geomorphic expression of a fault.” He excitedly took a few quick snapshots and beamed in the capturing of the image. We followed suit, eager not to miss the geomorphic opportunity as well. We thumbed through a geologic vocabulary as we traversed into the fjord; the enormous and plentiful bergs began Scott musing as to the possibility of a sector collapse. We manifested this speculative collapse as an opportunity to find more whimsy in icy shapes bobbing in the clouded emerald waters.
We challenged the ice with our Zodiacs, and were humbled by the mass created by millions of bergie bits working in cahoots and coordination to bar us from a close approach to the face of South Sawyer Glacier. The splendor of the glacier was massive enough for us to appreciate from a distance, and the sound of white thunder rumbling and echoing down the fjord could not be held back by any force.
A week in Alaska has brought us an opportunity to collect memories and find splendor in wildness. The end of our journey now gives us the opportunity for reflection and sharing of this magnificent enormity known as Southeast Alaska.
Half submerged in the waters of Williams Cove a dragon was found in casual conversation with an attentive pig. Such things happen when icebergs and imaginations meet in Tracy Arm Fjord. Other icebergs tested the firmness of the land, unsure of the evolutional advantages of becoming land based and indecisive on their own, they were assisted by the incoming tide and slowly crept, melted, and floated their way back into the familiar waters of Williams Cove. The photograph above shows some of our own intrepid explorers investigating the temporarily terrestrial berg.
We walked in the texture known as green amongst diminutive flowers, some so shameless as to fling their pollen like confetti at a parade, hoping to perpetuate their species with their reckless expulsions. A small black bear along the shoreline munched roots as it silently people watched, and just as silently slipped into the woods, leaving a steaming deposit to evidence its presence. A river otter scampered through a mud puddle, have they not learned to go around? Or are their webbed feet the ultimate in wash and wear “rubber boots?” We took delight in finding the footprints, and then took the tracks with us, the frolic now forever preserved in plaster.
Water released from the bonds of snow and ice collectively leapt from the tops of the fjord walls as bungee jumping waterfalls. Their cyclic rebound to the mountain tops to come later as snow or rainfall.
With the exuberance of a kid in a candy store, Scott stabbed a finger towards a cleft in the landscape and pronounced it to be a “geomorphic expression of a fault.” He excitedly took a few quick snapshots and beamed in the capturing of the image. We followed suit, eager not to miss the geomorphic opportunity as well. We thumbed through a geologic vocabulary as we traversed into the fjord; the enormous and plentiful bergs began Scott musing as to the possibility of a sector collapse. We manifested this speculative collapse as an opportunity to find more whimsy in icy shapes bobbing in the clouded emerald waters.
We challenged the ice with our Zodiacs, and were humbled by the mass created by millions of bergie bits working in cahoots and coordination to bar us from a close approach to the face of South Sawyer Glacier. The splendor of the glacier was massive enough for us to appreciate from a distance, and the sound of white thunder rumbling and echoing down the fjord could not be held back by any force.
A week in Alaska has brought us an opportunity to collect memories and find splendor in wildness. The end of our journey now gives us the opportunity for reflection and sharing of this magnificent enormity known as Southeast Alaska.
