July 17th-24th: Northwestern Lagoon, at the head of Harris Bay, is one of those special places left in the world that remains as remote as it is majestic. It's a destination only accessible by half-day boat ride around rocky capes and across open ocean waters. Few people get to witness its beauty firsthand. Fewer still embrace the isolation and stay overnight. But for those willing to brave the elements, the reward is a glacial landscape newborn and unspoiled -- a sanctuary in which to worship the full spectrum of Nature's sovereignty and splendor. And the only viable means of exploring such obscure coastline is via kayak.
Southwestern encampment: You'd be hard-pressed to find a campsite anywhere in the world with a better view of multiple, actively-calving glaciers -- their presence immense and humbling. Somehow able to lull even the most tireless mind to quiet introspection.
Our second campsite, somehow more divine than the last, was not only a springboard for further exploration, but became a temporary home for a temporary family. Fellowship of the sort is inevitable when surrounded by such pristine wilderness.
"Standing here, with facts so fresh and telling and held up so vividly before us, every seeing observer, not to say geologist, must readily apprehend the earth-sculpturing, landscape-making action of flowing ice. And here, too, one learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation." - John Muir