Petersburg
The day was brilliant with blinding sunshine. We boarded our float plane very carefully to avoid falling in the bay. Rod, our pilot, checked over the radio, and we were cleared for takeoff. After a short run along the water, we were airborne heading towards the distant, snowy peaks. We flew over fishing vessels with their seine nets catching salmon. Climbing slowly to 3,000 feet, we crossed the excessively green lower levels and headed east to the snow capped peaks up at 7,000 feet. We breasted the gap between hills onto the snow. A few mountain goats were visible from the aircraft.
The ice caps at the glacier that feeds the valleys were magnificent. Several items were artistically exciting -- the ribbons of glacial debris, like chocolate-vanilla swirl ice cream, and the detailed patterns at the snow-ice interface on top of the glacier.
Over the top of the "col" (pass) we went, down into the next glacier trough, sliding down, watching the swirls of the glacier at the surface. Then down, down to the fjords and the icebergs, calving off the glacial snout into the water. A slab crashed into the bay, silent to us in the plane but huge to the seals and other beings in the vicinity.
We flew home low along the water, enjoying the pristine grandeur of ice in motion.
P.S. We loved it.
The day was brilliant with blinding sunshine. We boarded our float plane very carefully to avoid falling in the bay. Rod, our pilot, checked over the radio, and we were cleared for takeoff. After a short run along the water, we were airborne heading towards the distant, snowy peaks. We flew over fishing vessels with their seine nets catching salmon. Climbing slowly to 3,000 feet, we crossed the excessively green lower levels and headed east to the snow capped peaks up at 7,000 feet. We breasted the gap between hills onto the snow. A few mountain goats were visible from the aircraft.
The ice caps at the glacier that feeds the valleys were magnificent. Several items were artistically exciting -- the ribbons of glacial debris, like chocolate-vanilla swirl ice cream, and the detailed patterns at the snow-ice interface on top of the glacier.
Over the top of the "col" (pass) we went, down into the next glacier trough, sliding down, watching the swirls of the glacier at the surface. Then down, down to the fjords and the icebergs, calving off the glacial snout into the water. A slab crashed into the bay, silent to us in the plane but huge to the seals and other beings in the vicinity.
We flew home low along the water, enjoying the pristine grandeur of ice in motion.
P.S. We loved it.
