We continued our dance with the glacier, navigating around minor ice floes carrying remnants of the glacier's relentless reshaping of the land, a process known as glaciation. The icy breath of the glacier, a chilling zephyr created by the temperature difference between the ice and the surrounding air, enveloped us, and I found solace in a woolen hat and a cup of hot chocolate.
As the hours slipped by, the glacial landscape's details sharpened. Off to the left, a secondary tributary glacier, streaked with earthy hues, slithered downwards, a stark reminder of Hubbard's unique 'surge' behavior. Unlike most glaciers, Hubbard occasionally surges forward in rapid advances, drastically altering the landscape in its path.
Finally, we came face to face with the glacier's towering wall of ice. The resounding crack of calving ice periodically shattered the silence, a testament to the glacier's constant, albeit slow, movement. Witnessing these gargantuan blocks of ice break away and tumble into the sea was a humbling spectacle, nature's grand show of power and beauty.