It's unusual that we would only have 2 guests on board. It's unusual that after only 2 days we would be making our way up Tracy Arm to the glacier. 49 degrees outside and 325 degrees inside our oven filled with rows of Snickerdoodle Cookies as we travel to see the shaves of calving blue ice. Spent an uneventful night at NoName, a small cove just outside the arm. Then waiting until the tides allow a vessel that draws 10 feet to embark on a such a treacherous journey, we pull up the 70 feet of anchor chain. Before we make our way up the 2½ hour run we eat breakfast, check the engines, charge our camera batteries and grab our warmest sweaters. About an hour into our foray we come upon the waterfall. Our journey is never complete without hearing its roar and feeling and breathing the gentle mist from its raging force. Our faces and spirits feel ageless and refreshed from natures spa.

The closer we get to the glacier the more testiments of it's magnitude float by. Clear, blue and dirty bergs in all colors, shapes and sizes. Pieces of a grand puzzle never to be designed together again. We can only imagine. Intensly you are sure you are but a mere speck floating among them. You see yourself proportionately.