Guests awoke to a sparkling, calm morning in Endicott Arm. The water was like glass, reflecting the thousand-foot-plus walls of the fjord. Using small boats, we cruised the last four miles to the glacier. Sitting a half-mile away, we gazed at the blue ice, perking up at the cannon-shot sounds of calving and the fifty-foot splashes made by the falling ice. Harbor seals were scattered on the ice, now in their sensitive molting stage. This year’s seal pups are almost full grown and difficult to distinguish from their mothers at a distance. After lunch we cruised, scanning the shores for wildlife, enjoying the beauty of the thick green forest.