cruiseWildlife Cruises Aren’t the Same a Luxury Cruises

We arrived at the dock twenty minutes early for our cruise out to Blackstone Glacier. A few shards of sunlight had poked through the clouds, and I hoped to have beautiful light for taking photos.

“Think that’s our ride?” Pedro asked, pointing to an immense ship.

“Naw,” I told him, “That’s a cruise ship. That’s probably our ride.” I pointed to a ship the size of the cruise ship’s lifeboats. “Or that one.” I pointed to a dinghy tied up at the next dock.

The Kenai Star, a beautiful little 76-foot-long ship operated by Major Marine Tours, had room for 166 passengers. The main level had an enclosed dining area with the buffet at the front of the ship. A protective awning covered the open second deck area behind the wheelhouse. Two Forest Service naturalists ride along on the tours to narrate and educate. Our captain knew a fair amount about wildlife as well, which made the trip more enjoyable because he willingly stopped whenever we spotted something of interest.

We cruised out of the harbor into Prince William Sound and angled towards the far shore to see a Black-legged Kittiwake colony. Swarms of small gulls (the kittiwake belongs to the gull family) circled around a waterfall that tumbled down jagged black rocks.

The gulls build nests right on the rocks in giant, noisy, smelly, colonies. According to the naturalist, they band together for protection from predators. When a bald eagle swooped in, I understood what he meant. The rocks emptied and the sky whitened with swirling birds—bewildering the poor eagle. Of course, the eggs and newly hatched chicks got left behind—leaving them vulnerable to other predators.


Glacier Colors

On our way to Blackstone Glacier, we passed harbor seals, Steller Sea Lions, sea otters, and Pigeon Guillemots. The clouds obscured the sun, and I felt a little sad that I wouldn’t see the glacier in bright sunlight. Until the captain told us that the glacier colors appear more blue and aqua without direct sunlight.


As we approached the glacier, the captain slowed the ship and held it in place. The passengers lined the rails, waiting to see if the glacier would calve. I snapped hundreds of photos of the serene aqua glacier, the green hills around it and the birds that hovered near it.

A moaning, groaning sound turned my attention back to the glacier. “That’s the sound that comes become it calves!” the captain informed us. Sure enough, a minute later a big chuck of ice broke off and splashed into the ocean.

Pedro and I grinned at each other. Our wish had come true, and we had learned a lot about glaciers along the way. “I guess that’s why they call it calving,” I told him. “It sort or sounds like an animal in labor right before a chunk breaks off.”

On the return cruise, the mates fished for glacier ice and set the chunk they recovered on the bar where we could all get a close-up look. The extreme density of the ice absorbs every color of the light spectrum except blue—so that’s what we see. Back when I visited Alaska in the 80s, someone told me that worms in the ice caused the intense blue color.


Colonies, Calvings, and Churches

As we pulled back into the harbor and slipped into berth between the luxury liner and the shore, I thought about the differences. Each ship serves a different purpose—one to entertain and one to educate.

The education made me feel a little uncomfortable, though.

How often does my church act like a colony of kittiwakes? How often do we band together to protect each other and protect our young from predators? And how often does my church flock end up causing a noisy stink and leaving the young vulnerable in our squawking and agitation?

Although I sometimes joke about the glacial rate of change within a church, do I ever think of the other qualities of a glacier? For example, do we listen for the calving cries of members who have given up hope and are set to fall away? Do we immerse ourselves in Jesus to the point that we absorb his character and spread heavenly blue light to those around us?

Beauty Tip #19: Spend time in nature and reflect on the lessons God presents in his second book.

Q4U: What lessons have you learned whilst out in nature?


  1. Anita,
    I loved going on this adventure with you — your photos are spectacular! I’m not one for cold weather trips so I feel as if I were there now and don’t need to go 🙂 but how you witnessed God’s amazing creation is wonderful! And yes, immersing ourselves in Jesus is the perfect word picture you have painted here . . .
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  2. Your photos are amazing. My father loved the bald eagle, studied it and photographed it every chance he got. The pictures of the eagles made me smile as I think of him. I love the comparison to the calving glacier and the hurting in our own congregations. Thank you for sharing and for giving me something to consider. Have a blessed day!

  3. The photos are breath taking. I just watched Finding Dory last night and it had a lot of those animals in it. I love the analogies you use to describe the trip. How awesome is it that you can experience something so amazing and have God speak to you every step of the way.
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  4. Do we see and hear those crying out? You really got me thinking about the church and who we see and don’t see etc. I hit kissed by a seal once when I was about 8 years old or so.

  5. My daughter works in Yosemite f=so I have there 3 times this past year. The enormity and majesty of the mountains and redwood trees remind me of God’s power, creativity and steadfastness.

    Thanks for sharing your story and photos, I felt I got to go on a mini trip with you.

    This is what I want: To immerse myself in Jesus to the point that I absorb his character and spread heavenly blue light to those around me.
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Anita Ojeda

Anita Ojeda juggles writing with teaching high school English and history. When she's not lurking in odd places looking for rare birds, you can find her camping with her kids, adventuring with her husband or mountain biking with her students.

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