Geo: 61.1308, -146.348
The next day we woke up, ate breakfast, broke camp and continued our kayaking. First stop was lunch at Avalanche Beach. It was 80 degrees warm- it felt like Hawaii. The cliffs were green with dozens of waterfalls. The glaciers were a neat backdrop. We found an ice cave at the Beach but we didn't go far into it. We were finally rewarded with glimpses of the glacier, which never appears far in the pictures but actually took us awhile to get to. Also, we were now going upstream, which made the going slower.
So, I initially had this crazy idea that we'd WALK on a glacier. 'Cause that just sounded cool. Once we got there, and HEARD the glacier, I quickly changed my mind. We could hear the cracking of the ice reverberating off the walls of the mountains. Big NOPE. I was freaked out the one time Chris managed to actually start walking on the ice without realizing it.
We started to head back midday but didn't get very far. There was a storm coming in, and we couldn't paddle strongly enough against the swells. The weather was still gorgeous but the water was quite angry. We paddled
to the point where we literally weren't making any forward momentum. The northern winds were blowing at 23 nauts. If I had any knowledge of sailing, I'd know what that meant... But I don't. Only that it caused the swells to be too big for our kayaks. So we pulled ashore at a small beach with nowhere to go. We waited for rescue. A larger boat should have been able to make it within a half hour to us. Instead, we sat there on the beach for a couple hours, eating our horde of chocolate (Tom was prepared for everything, I swear) and skipping more rocks. We didn't realize that out in the open water, the swells were even bigger. The first boat turned around- it couldn't handle the water. Finally, a second boat DID reach us. I tried to capture the choppy water on my camera phone. That lasted only a few minutes before I got seasick and focused on nothing but trying to keep my puke inside my stomach. Chris, who is actually the one who get motion sickness, was having the time of his life. The weather finally caught up with the sea, and it started to
rain as we pulled into port.
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