Knowing what lies ahead, it is important not to exhaust superlatives. But today was a wow!
The rain fell steadily and low clouds swirled around the snow-covered peaks as we made our way down Bernardo Fjord. As we arrived, two Andean deer were seen on the shoreline.
The morning was spent bushwacking over low scrub. Many birds were seen along the way, most striking was the rufous-chested dotterels. But the star of the morning was a stag huemul deer with recently shed velvet, showing off its new pale yellow horns as he lay chewing the low grasses near the shelter of some bushes.
During the afternoon, we edged into Iceberg Fjord. The glacier at the end of the fjord was laced with morraines and skirted both sides with moss and orange covered rounded rocks. The glacier in the tidewater section glowed emerald, cobalt, and dark indigo. A finger waterfall fell from the hanging ice down naked rock to the fjord below.
By dinnertime we had arrived off the northern opening of the English Narrows where we waited, as two ships to the south had priority. Soon afterwards we sailed through this narrow waterway.
