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Cascade, Barry and Coxe Glaciers
We kayaked in the icebergs along the Cascade, Barry and Coxe Glaciers. They are all fed off of the same huge ice field. It is hard to imagine all that fresh water in one place.
A picture of us in the 2-man kayak in front of Barry Glacier.
Another picture in front of the Barry Glacier.
The water was so still you could see a pin drop. From left to right are the Cascade Glacier, the Barry Glacier and the Coxe Glacier.
A close-up of the Cascade Glacier.
The Discovery, looking very small in the shadow of the Barry Glacier.
All that ice comes from snow pack and there is no shortage of snow, even in June.
The black sand beach made of finely ground granite from thousands of years of movement of ice over rock. This is where Olympus (camera) dropped into the water, may she rest in peace.
Grass and dead tree. Life in the midst of adversity.
Posing on the beach in the shadow of the Coxe Glacier. I was soooo overdressed that I was totally roasting. Once the sun started to set, however, it became cold in a hurry.
Looking at the Barry Glacier through the icebergs. It provides a different perspective of how small man can be in the face of nature.
Brant Geese (Branta bernicla), distant cousins of Canada Geese, taking off from the water as we passed by.
Black footed kittiwakes resting on the ice (I dare you to find a red footed one in there!).
The kittiwake colony litterally glowed as the setting sun lit up the birds against the sheer cliff.
A Lens-bow. Yes, the rainbow is only on my lens but it is still pretty! Is it real or is it just a figment of the moment.
Patricia looking for those ever ellusive birds.
Otter family with baby otter resting on Mom's tummy. They care for their young for about a year which is quite amazing, given the harsh Winters.
The otters will wrap themselves in kelp to keep the currents from causing them to drift away from their homes while they rest.
Patty with that sterling smile.
Potentilla uniflora, the One-flowered Potentilla, tenaciously florishing on nearly bare granite, even while the neighboring juniper perished.
Goofing around on the beach.
Sam is soooo photogenic.
The Wilson's Warbler, Wilsonia pusilla perched on an alder branch. It has a beautiful song to match it's sunny yellow coloration.
Just one last patch of icebergs between us and the open water.
Sheer waterfalls thundered down the cliffside, many of them disappearing into rubble at the base and rushing into the Sound deep under the rubble.
So beautiful and tranquil, it is hard to leave.
©Arnold Gum 2005, 2011
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