Morning of Day 9 near Walker Glacier. Time to pack up, and get ready to take a hike. Roger has his main bag all packed up.
Off we go toward the glacier. "Walker" is not the official name, but it sticks because you sorta can walk out on it.
Nice fresh bear prints. Susie is using her boot size for comparison, while Sarah takes a photo
A better photo. The print in the foreground is one from the front foot and the one ahead of that is a rear foot.
A view of the glacier face with a few icebergs in the lake.
Getting closer required climbing up thru some loose rocks and then down to lakeshore level.
Hiking along the lake shore.
At one point, we had to climb up on a knife edge and knock rocks off. It all reminds you how "young" this country is and how different it was just a few years ago.
Scott is in the foreground, getting close to the edge of the ice that one can see. Actually, we are on ice now, but the ice is covered with rubble.
Most of the group decided to go on, while a few of us elected not to go out too far on the ice. My concern was that if I slipped and fell into a crevasse, it was a long way to a potential rescue rope.
Roger and Sarah relaxing and admiring all the nice blue ice.
Some perspective on size. Members of our party give you an idea of how high the active face of the glacier is.
Susie eventually tiptoed out to look at the crevasses first hand.
A lot of yawning ice.
We eventually headed back, avoiding the big climb by rock hopping along the shore of the lake.
Loading up the rafts. Always more to do.
We are in Thirsty's boat today. That is Susie in the front "seat." (BTW, these rafts have no seating, except for the guide, who has to do all the work.)
Looking back at the Walker Glacier.
We stopped to pick up some fresh, unsilty water. Here Susie is leaning over to scoop up a bucket's worth.
The peaks "peeking" out of the ice reminded us of the Harding Ice Field overlook in Kenai Fjords National Park. BTW, our last camp, and the remainder of our trip, was and will be in Glacier Bay National Park in Alaska.
Floating downstream. Try to count the glaciers.
A few more to count. This series of peaks with glaciers separating them (the Brabazon Range) was the first photo I ever saw of this area and I thought then that I had to put this on my "bucket list."
Camp at what we called 13 Glacier Camp. It looks dark and dreary, but it was not. The low glacier on the far right of the photo is the Novatak Glacier. It stretches for over 16 miles.
See what a nice day it is, if you just turn around..... Actually, it was so nice we found a sun-warmed pool a few hundred meters from camp and bathed. Delightful!!
Thirsty (left) and Joe are already working on dinner.
If you have to sit SOMEWHERE and prepare for being served dinner, you might as well sit in this kind of scenery.
Next morning, we are packing up. A few rain spots on the lens, but nothing serious ...... yet.
We have our gear all gathered and are waiting for the call to start loading the rafts.