They started as one of many snow flakes sometimes hundreds of miles away and thousands of years ago. They have been compressed so tightly from the weight that the air is forced out of the ice. They scoured away at granite mountains. In the end they are small fragile and beautiful ice sculptures floating in the sea or a lake. Others just crumble and melt away on a beach or even on a rock shelf in a mountain range. Most are shrinking and dying, yet a few are still growing.

I don’t think you will ever really “get the feel” of a glacier until you walk on one and then touch a piece of that ice that is melting away. It makes no difference if it is Alaska or somewhere else in the world, if you get the chance to go see a glacier, take it. This is my last in “The Blues” series. It all ends as an iceberg melting away to nothing.