The landscape is fascinating, in some places raw and new-looking, as if just created. Of course, in a way it has been, when John Muir first visited here in 1879 much of the bay was still buried deep beneath the ice.
By the time he returned in 1915, that ice had melted back to this point.
While not newly created (some of this rock is incredibly ancient), this land is newly exposed.
Where the glaciers released their icy grip years before, the slopes are lushly green with vegetation. High above, ragged peaks choked with ice emerge briefly through the shifting fog.
It is an amazing landscape.
We have entered Johns Hopkins Inlet, headed toward its namesake glacier. This tidewater glacier is advancing further into the bay, surging forward with good speed, pushing debris in front of it.
Unfortunately, this debris makes it difficult to get too close, so I am limited to enjoying the view from a distance as stray bits of the glacier float out to me.