To hundreds of seals lounging on their icy chaises. We arrive to Nassau Fjord as unwelcome, party crashers This morning, rays of sunshine dance on my tent for a few seconds. The commuting breeze sounds like morning traffic on the Glenn.Ĭhenega, that achy glacier, growls like a distant tarmac. Yellow arnica stand like sunflowers, and I feel her here. Again Island found, in Gaanaak Cove.īlueberries drip from the bushes like the rain of the past four days. Wordless gasps and elation melt our moods. Of alders against a rock wall, slicked with falling water.įour days of dampness and heavy brows. Tonight, we tuck our tents under a canopy While we lurch to avoid bear ****, dark blurs leap into vertical flows. While we rest, beached ice become snarling growlers,īefore crossing Jackpot Bay, we visit a waterfall. Water above, water without, and water within.Īt Bog Island, fingers are colorless, wrinkled fruit, and weīog Island becomes a convalescent home, made of polyester tarp. Stay grounded while gulls erupt into flight and frantic shrieks. Seals furtively eye us, and orange-footed Oyster Catchers Passing Granite Bay and rocks that crowd Junction Island,
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