It wasn’t supposed to be sunny. But as the day progressed a good weather window became apparent and after a week of solid rain we were ready. In the afternoon, shortly after my last commitment for the week was satisfied, three of us jumped on the opportunity to take a closer look at the glacier that looms at the end of the bay.
We paddled past the all too familiar Slate Island and landed with perfect sunshine on Aialik Beach, a little spit of land that get’s you as close as you’d ever want to get to the face of a frequently calving tidewater glacier.
We walked across this spit to shout, holler, and throw ice back at the glacier, which responded in kind with the returning echo of our voices. Ice the size of cars, busses and houses fell from three hundred feet into the water with a resounding thunder. We hooted and hollered some more, as is customary when bearing witness to such a spectacle. I just couldn’t get enough but after a significant amount of time we decided to paddle onwards.