On the Wednesday boat tour, we rounded the horn and headed for a glacier.
We parked in front of it, watched and listened to it calving, and felt the chill for about an hour.
It looked like we were right next to the glacier, but Captain Leif said we were a half mile away. It is so massive we lost our sense of scale. We could tell he was right because the sound of the ice cracking took so long to get to us after the ice fell. The glacier in front of us is about 300 feet high and about a mile across. That’s the height of a thirty-story building!
It was hard to time a photograph of the ice first falling, but I got several of the cloud of debris it made when it hit the water in front and began the swell that would later rock the boat.
There were seals on ice flows.
And ice chunks floating all around; bumping up against the hull of the boat.
With tiny icebergs glowing blue.
The sights and sounds were so glorious, it was an exhausting day.
