On our last full day at sea we cruised into Disenchantment Bay on our way to Hubbard Glacier.
The rumbling and cracking of ice grinding against rock as the glacier slowly moved, settled, and pushed forward sounded like distant thunder. When we watched patiently, we’d be treated to seeing ice calve off the glacier into the ocean. If we waited to look until we heard the roar, we’d only see the enormous splash as the ice fell into the water.
I loved the glow of the blue green blocks of ice as they floated by. As the ship moved through the water, ripples in the cold grey waters propagated across the ba . When we pushed into the stretch of smaller chunks of ice, I heard their clapping hands, a song of ice, climbing to a crescendo. They sounded like the wind-chimes we have in our backyard. Or do wind-chimes sound like ice singing?
Our traveling companions took the boat excursion to get an up-close look at Hubbard Glacier. Seeing them near the glacier gave a perspective on how big it was.
Disenchantment Bay seemed quite enchanting with waterfalls cascading down green slopes and white capped mountains peeking out from the clouds.
We found no bears at Hubbard Glacier, however, we saw Mt Fairweather from our balcony as we cruised along the Alaskan coast. The mountain soared above the clouds to 15,266 feet and lay approximately 12 miles from the Pacific Ocean on the border of Alaska and British Columbia.