Monday, July 9, 2012

Ice in July

Just got back after 16 days (15 nights) base camping on a Glacial Spit . It was Brilliant...exhausting ..but Brilliant.
Every Night we lay in our tent and could here the Glacier calving ..it sounded like the deep rumble of Thunder. We saw Dall Porpoises, Seals, Otters, Sea and shore birds galore..even Hummingbirds. A small  Minke Whale fishing and even a porcupine. (fortunately very few mosquitoes and only Black bear scat ..not the bear)..We had brilliant weather ..only 4 days of solid rain in the middle and then we settled down in our tent..worshiped the Wood stove played cards, read drank lots of tea and read the Hobbit aloud. The girls made a huge and colourful set of paper dolls from paper from their sketch pads and had great fun.

We Kayaked to the next bay which had quite a different character so more photos next post.

Beached iceberg on the shores of the Lagoon.

Glacier in background ,last nights icebergs waiting for the tide.

Our campsite...Sleeping and eating tents.

Me..walking on the Spit towards the Glacier.

Seals breed in the Lagoon.

The continually changing ice face.

Sunrise at 3am.

The dog worked out how the folding chairs worked and opened it up himself.

5 comments:

  1. Ah, my favourite kind of landscape.

    Who's a clever dog, then?

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  2. Oh my goodness! What a fabulous adventure!

    (Your dog has a look as if he's waiting to see if you reclaim the seat. After all his hard work!)

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  3. I was just thinking about you when your post popped up on my blogger feed. You are the coolest person with all your great adventures! What lucky kids you have. I laughed at the part about worshiping the wood stove.

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  4. Good gracious! Shrewsbury one minute, icebergs the next!

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from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)