This morning I awoke at 6 am to the sound of our on-board naturalist narrating something. I remembered that we were to be cruising through the Tracy Arm this morning and had set our alarm for 7 am so as not to miss anything spectacular. I quietly got out of bed and parted the curtains. I saw we were already in the fjord but nothing else of any significance was evident so I closed the curtains and went back to bed.
Thirty minutes later, I heard some ooohs and aaahs from the patios adjacent to ours and once more our naturalist was narrating some aspect of our journey. This time when I parted the curtains, we were afloat in a sea of ice floes, some as small as a square foot and others as large as a small house. It was every bit as surreal as the scene from the Titanic as they drifted through the field of ice floes. The growlers, as they are called ranged in color from snowy white to blue green with as many shapes and sizes as there are entrees on a cruise buffet.
I wakened Susan so she too could share in this magical moment. Our patio juts out farther than those above, so she had to restrain herself from coming out onto the patio until after she was properly clothed.
In anticipation of this morning, we ordered our breakfast last night for this morning’s delivery and for the next three hours, stood in wonder and awe of the power and majesty of God’s universe.
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