A Journal, with Pictures

Ear­ly on Tues­day we were sched­uled to arrive at the Hub­bard Glac­i­er our last stop before Seward. The Hub­bard Glac­i­er is an icy tongue with its root on Mt. Logan in Yukon Ter­ri­to­ry. The vast Hub­bard ice field orig­i­nates near 15,300-foot Ht. Hub­bard and flows 76 miles to lick the sea at Yaku­tat and Dis­en­chant­ment bays. Hub­bard calves a great num­ber of ice­bergs, mak­ing it dif­fi­cult to get close. I was out on the deck at sev­en A.M. and I could see the coast of the Yakatat penin­su­la, which is where I refu­eled last year, but I could see fog at the entrance to Dis­en­chant­ment Bay. As we pro­ceed­ed in we start­ed to see ice and unfor­tu­nate­ly more fog. The ice pieces turned into ice­bergs and the fog got thick­er. As we had dis­cov­ered at the oth­er glac­i­ers that we tried to vis­it, those big areas of ice cre­ate their own weath­er and its usu­al­ly fog. We final­ly turned around before get­ting to the face of the glac­i­er for safe­ty rea­son. The rest of the day we steamed under over­cast sky’s toward Seward with a scoop of ice cream on deck at four PM as usu­al. It was a relax­ing day and we packed then had din­ner with new friends from Hilton Head that we had met on the ship.