Back to the Ice Age: Sea Kayaking Glacier Bay
The water of Johns Hopkins Inlet lies flat, perfectly reflecting the first patches of blue sky we’ve seen since arriving in Glacier Bay yesterday morning. I rest my paddle across the kayak and listen. A barely audible moan of wind floats down from high in the mountains, then fades away. A bald eagle screeches, briefly piercing the quiet; but as soon as the sound passes, the silence that returns seems as deep as the sea we’re floating on.
On the second afternoon of a five-day sea kayaking trip, 55 miles up this Southeast Alaska fjord where cliffs shoot straight up out of the sea and razor peaks smothered in ice and snow rise thousands of feet overhead, I’m taking a moment to enjoy a rare pleasure: listening to the cacophony of nothing.
My seven-year-old daughter, Alex, who is perfectly content to sit back and let me power our two-person kayak loaded with food and gear, points to the eagle perched in its nest in a snag high up a cliff. “He’s watching the kayakers go by,” she informs me. A harbor seal pops its head above water nearby, inspecting us with dark eyes. Alex faintly catches her breath as she and the seal lock gazes. A moment later, it disappears with a “bloop.”
Then a sharp concussion rips open the quiet.
About six miles away, visible at the other end of the inlet, the mile-wide, 12-mile-long Johns Hopkins Glacier has dropped another immense piece of itself into the sea. The native Tlingits, who have lived on this coast for centuries, call that explosive noise “white thunder,” which strikes me as the best possible descriptor for it.
The Hopkins Glacier is the most active remnant of an unimaginably massive river of ice that filled this realm of liquid water in the geologically very recent past. Tomorrow, we will paddle up this inlet for a close-up view of that dynamic glacier. We’re hoping this improved weather will hold out at least until then.
My family, including my wife, Penny, and our nine-year-old son, Nate, are taking a sea kayaking trip run by Alaska Mountain Guides. With our two guides and six other clients, we’ve come to paddle around Glacier Bay’s upper West Arm, probing deep within a national park the size of Connecticut, at the heart of a contiguous protected wilderness the size of Greece.
By mid-afternoon, we pull up onto a rocky beach at the mouth of the inlet, where we’ll camp for two nights. The sky has mostly cleared and the water’s still dead calm. Icebergs float in the bay. Glaciers pour off of serrated peaks on all sides; tendrils of clouds wrap themselves around the mountaintops.
And throughout the evening, every 15 or 20 minutes, another sharp report booms down the inlet.
Two centuries ago, there was no Glacier Bay. When British Capt. George Vancouver sailed the H.M.S. Discovery through Southeast Alaska’s Icy Strait in 1794, he wrote in his ship’s log about observing a “compact sheet of ice as far as the eye can see.” He was looking at a colossus of ancient, frozen water 4,000 feet thick and up to 20 miles wide that reached more than a hundred miles into the St. Elias Mountains. By the time John Muir visited in 1879, the tongue of ice that had touched the waters of Icy Strait had slid 30 miles backward. He wrote that, at night, “the surge from discharging icebergs churned the water into silver fire.”
Glacier Bay has seen the fastest glacial retreat on the planet. The ice has pulled back 65 miles, unveiling a fjord with numerous inlets and 1,200 miles of coastline. While the national park still has more than 50 glaciers covering 1,375 square miles—more than a quarter of the entire park—most are in declining health, a trend driven largely by one factor: In the past 60 years, the state’s average temperature has increased 3° F., more than twice the average warming worldwide.
A scientist who has studied Alaska’s glaciers for 40 years told me that 99 percent of them are shrinking. Just in the four decades since he first kayaked in Glacier Bay, the number of so-called tidewater glaciers, those that extend from the mountains to the sea in various inlets, has gone from a dozen to five.
Named a national monument in 1925 by President Calvin Coolidge and a national park and preserve in 1980 by President Jimmy Carter, Glacier Bay today attracts more than 250,000 visitors a year. The vast majority of them see the bay from the railing of the park’s tour boat, which is certainly a great experience. But few people go kayaking in the bay—and it is so vast—that kayakers on multi-day trips here enjoy a rare depth of solitude.
On our first day, we paddled into Reid Inlet and explored the hundred-foot-tall snout of the Reid Glacier, where a river of gray water poured out of a blue-ice cave. After camping at the inlet’s mouth, we started our second morning with a visit to the ruins of a cabin inhabited eight decades ago by Joe and Shirley “Muz” Ibach. The couple staked their claim to mine the land a year before the bay became a national monument, and were permitted to continue living and mining there for another 16 years, making perhaps $13 after expenses in a good year, until their deaths.
Frowning at what’s left of their former one-room wood structure in the middle of the wilderness, Alex asked me, “How did they entertain themselves?” Indeed, it’s hard to imagine such solitude.
Then again, they did have that constant, entertaining soundtrack of white thunder playing in the background.
Another morning of glassy waters greets us as we push the kayaks out into Johns Hopkins Inlet on our third day. Under clear skies and a warm sun that will deliver our trip’s warmest day, pushing 60º F, we cruise slowly up the inlet, passing icebergs ranging from truck-size to chunks of ice that look like abstract mantelpiece sculptures.
Capt. James Cook saw these peaks in 1778, during an identical short reprieve from the typically wet, gray Southeast Alaska weather, and named them the Fairweather Mountains. Given that the region receives six feet of rain a year and is much more frequently enveloped in fog than bathed in sunshine, it may be the most misleading place name on the planet.
We’ve arrived in late July, just a few weeks after Johns Hopkins Inlet was opened to kayaks and boats. The park closes this inlet to human traffic every year during spring and early summer to avoid disturbing the thousands of harbor seals that birth their pups and keep them on floating icebergs to protect them from predators.
Glacier Bay is something of a northern paradise, teeming with life. Humpback whales and orcas ply its waters. On the four-hour park ferry tour up the bay that first morning, en route to our drop-off point, we saw brown bears ambling down rocky beaches and mountain goats scrambling up sea cliffs. Scores of Steller sea lions, the largest males ten feet long and over 2,000 pounds, piled up on the barren rock of South Marble Island, where researchers have counted 1,100 of them.
We spotted black-legged kittiwake nesting in sea cliffs, pigeon guillemot with its red legs and beak, and the more-common tufted puffin as well as the rare horned puffin. Some species threatened or endangered outside Alaska, like the bald eagle and marbled murrelet, abound in Glacier Bay.
The bay also offers a rare natural laboratory displaying a living timeline of plant succession in the wake of deglaciation. In the lower bay, ice-free for 250 years, a mature temperate rainforest of spruce and hemlock grows almost impenetrably thick. As one travels up the bay, the forest gets younger, dominated by deciduous cottonwood, willows, and alder. In the upper bay, there’s little vegetation beyond mosses, lichens, and a few determined wildflowers. Waterfalls plummet hundreds of feet down cliffs scarred by the glacier that scraped past just decades ago. The upper bay opens a window onto what North America looked like when the last Ice Age drew to a close 10,000 years ago.
As we paddle farther up Johns Hopkins Inlet, the icebergs crowd more densely around us, some as large as tiny islets. We weave more cautiously among them, careful not to get too close—if one abruptly rolls over, it could flip a kayak.
About three hours from our camp, we take out on a beach of sun-warmed, fine black sand a quarter-mile long, littered with blocks of ice gleaming a brilliant white in the sunshine. Gulls squawk. Backing the beach, multi-tiered Chocolate Falls sends a column of brown water crashing over cliffs. A half-mile away, the Johns Hopkins Glacier spans the entire head of the inlet, a sheer wall of ice a mile across and 300 feet tall, roaring at us at irregular intervals.
A couple of pairs of binoculars come out and we discover that the bergs across the inlet are covered with hundreds of seals. Some of the seals approach our beach, poking their heads above water to stare at us, then diving under again.
Earlier today, Arlie and Mike, a young American couple living in Vancouver, B.C., had broached the idea of taking a swim in the bay. The water temperature is right around freezing. When I remind Arlie about her idea, we instantly have a party of swimmers: Arlie, Mike, our assistant guide Dan Berk, who’s in his early twenties, and me. We strip to underwear and, with the video camera rolling—of course—dash down the beach shouting and dive into the waves.
I’ve jumped into lakes within several degrees of freezing before, but this is the most frigid dip I’ve ever taken. The shock seems to squeeze my chest; my head pulses with a cold ache. All four of us jump up and immediately turn back for shore as the rest of our group on the beach hoots and laughs—Alex and Nate the loudest. For no logical reason, I turn and dive in again, thinking it will be the finale.
But back on the warm sand, the four of us shivering, Dan suggests one more plunge. I can’t very well back out now. So with our half-frozen legs not working as well this time, we jog over and dive in again. This time, when we come out, I chatter through blue lips, “That’s the last one.” We trot around on the warm black sand for several minutes before getting our core body temperatures back up to normal.
We were right to presume that this warm sunshine would offer our only enticing opportunity for a swim. Tomorrow will deliver more raw overcast and a few hours of steady rain as we paddle to our final campsite, where the park tour boat will pick us up the following morning. We will paddle tomorrow among a few icebergs and see more waterfalls, seals, bald eagles and numerous other birds—while listening to those sporadic rumbles of white thunder.
[Author’s note: I write more about this trip and Glacier Bay’s climate story in my book, Before They’re Gone--A Family’s Year-Long Quest to Explore America’s Most Endangered National Parks, from Beacon Press.]
THIS TRIP IS GOOD FOR anyone, even beginner paddlers, with experience navigating in wilderness, dealing with tides, and camping safely in bear country. At least some party members should know how to conduct an open-water rescue. While the waters in Glacier Bay tend to be placid during summer, tidal shifts are large and potentially dangerous, especially in narrow and shallow areas. You will encounter few other people out here and must be self-sufficient in an emergency. This trip is good for kids as long as they’re prepared for sustained cool, wet weather and are mature enough to follow instructions.
Make It Happen
Season July and August are the best months, with daytime highs from the 50s to the 70s or rarely the 80s, and nights in 40s. July is the driest time of year, but light rain and mist are still common. June is cooler and wetter, and the typically stormy fall weather begins in September.
The Itinerary Whether on a guided or private sea kayaking trip, arrive in Gustavus the day before your departure to allow time to prepare to depart early the next morning (see below).
With Alaska Mountain Guides (AMG), we paddled first to the Reid Glacier in Reid Inlet, camping on a rocky beach near the inlet’s mouth. On our second morning, we crossed Reid Inlet to visit the Ibach cabin ruins, then paddled west to Johns Hopkins Inlet, camping for two nights on a rocky beach on the inlet’s north shore, near its mouth. (There are two suitable beaches on the inlet’s north shore, about 30 minutes apart.) On our third day, we made a day paddle three hours up Johns Hopkins Inlet to a black-sand beach on the right (west) bank a half-mile or more from the glacier, and returned to the same campsite. Our fourth day consisted of paddling across the inlet’s mouth and following the south shore of the West Arm back to AMG’s drop-off point, where we camped and were picked up by the park boat the next morning.
A private party could replicate that itinerary, but would need another three to four days (round-trip) in order to reach Johns Hopkins Inlet from the designated West Arm drop-off point, which is different from AMG’s drop-off spot and can change year to year. A week to 10 days total would allow for a leisurely trip and more flexibility to wait out bad weather.
Where to Stay We stayed at Glacier Bay Lodge, a few minutes’ walk from the park boat launch; (888) 229-8687, visitglacierbay.com. We know people who raved about the food at the Gustavus Inn; (800) 649-5220 or (907) 697-2254, gustavusinn.com. There is a free walk-in campground at Bartlett Cove, a short walk from the park boat launch (no reservation necessary).
Getting There Fly into Gustavus, Alaska, the small gateway town to Glacier Bay National Park. Local carriers Wings of Alaska (907-789-0790, wingsofalaska.com) and Air Excursions (907-697-2375, airexcursions.com) provide air service in Southeast Alaska, including frequent flights from Juneau to Gustavus. Alaska Airlines has regular flights from Seattle to Juneau, but less-frequent service from Juneau to Gustavus.
The daily tour boat operated by Glacier Bay Lodge leaves the boat launch in Bartlett Cove at 7:30 a.m. and makes a tour of the bay, returning to Bartlett Cove by 3:30 p.m., in time to catch local flights to Juneau. It will transport all of your gear, including kayaks. Make a reservation at least several weeks in advance; (888) 229-8687, visitglacierbay.com/glacier-bay-tours/bay-tour.aspx. The park has two designated drop-off points for private parties, one in the East Arm and one in the West Arm, shown at this map: nps.gov/glba/planyourvisit/upload/Dropoffs_2011_R1.pdf.
Permit The required backcountry permit is free and a reservation is not needed. The important reservations to secure in advance are for the tour boat (see Getting There, above); and either reserving a trip with a guide service, or if doing it self-supported, reserving any rental gear you will pick up locally (see Gear Rentals, below).
Map/Guide Trails Illustrated Glacier Bay map no. 255, $11.95; (800) 962-1643, natgeomaps.com. For planning purposes, see several maps of Glacier Bay, including a nautical chart and boating regulations, at nps.gov/glba/planyourvisit/maps.htm. See some boating distances between points in Glacier Bay at nps.gov/glba/planyourvisit/boating-distances.htm.
• All kayakers and campers are required to attend a camper orientation, held upon request at the Visitor Information Station near the boat launch in Bartlett Cove.
• Tides shift by 20 to 25 feet and are powerful and potentially dangerous; buy a tide table and nautical charts at the VIS and plan your paddling around the tides. See nps.gov/glba/planyourvisit/kayaking.htm.
• Stay clear of all icebergs, which can roll and flip a kayak.
• Stay at least quarter-mile away from the face of a tidewater glacier because of the danger of large waves triggered by calving.
• Keep a clean camp and never leave food unattended.
• Use the intertidal zone for all cooking, eating, and human waste, moving at least 100 yards from your campsite.
• Fire pans and portable toilets are required and available for rental from local outfitters.
• Bring waterproof rain slickers, knee-high rubber boots, and dry bags.
• Don’t try to hang your food. Use bear containers—you can fit several in a kayak—which are available at the VIS.
• Stove fuel and bear spray are sold at Glacier Bay Lodge gift shop in Bartlett Cove, call ahead to see what kinds of fuel are available; (888) 229-8687, visitglacierbay.com.
• It is recommended to bring a broad-spectrum antibiotic like Ciprofloxacin or Erithromyacin.
See the kayaking and camping trip planner at nps.gov/glba/planyourvisit/upload/Dear%20Camper-kayaker%20Letter.pdf.
Gear Rentals Rent kayaking gear for a self-supported trip from Glacier Bay Sea Kayaks, Gustavus, (907) 697-2257, glacierbayseakayaks.com. Bringing your own kayaks is expensive and time-consuming because they must be transported to Gustavus by boat, not air.
Outfitters Multi-day sea kayaking trips in Glacier Bay are offered by two guide services: Alaska Mountain Guides, (800) 766-3396, alaskamountainguides.com, and Alaska Discovery, mtsobek.com/trips/search?term=alaska%2Bdiscovery. Glacier Bay Sea Kayaks (see Gear Rentals) offers sea kayaking day trips.
Contact Glacier Bay National Park, (907) 697-2230, nps.gov/glba.