With a title that long, sometimes you just need an acronym.
Welcome back! For those who missed it, here’s a link to Part 1 – Mendenhall Glacier. Today we’re headed down Tracy Arm toward a glacier we’ll never reach, but that’s okay–as any number of poets will attest, it’s the journey that counts. Tracy Arm is a fjord near Juneau, a body of water we sailed where once there was only glacial ice. There’s no way to decide whether Mendenhall Glacier or Tracy Arm was more amazing. There were too many icebergs for the captain to maneuver the ship around the last corner to Sawyer Glacier, and I have zero complaints because my mind was already thoroughly blown by the journey there.
You see, the cruise ship we were on was a rather large cruise ship. I don’t have a lot to go on comparison-wise, having only been on the one, but man that boat was HUGE. Tracy Arm is… well, rather narrow. We were constantly threading a needle made of majestic, towering rock faces. I lament the inability of mere mortal cameras to capture that feeling properly. I felt dwarfed, insignificant, overawed. Beyond a certain point, I edged into sensory overload; the terrain was just too relentlessly magnificent to really parse. The human brain can only handle so much awesome.
Let’s see, shall we?
Once into Tracy Arm we encountered endless icebergs, many of which floated right beneath our balcony. The waves you see there are wake, and the sound of water hitting iceberg was awesome, almost thundrous. I am exceedingly curious as to what created all those ridged divets in the ice. They’re so patterned, regular.