Tracy Arm
They go by many names. Some are obvious, like “wheelbarrow”, or “coffee table”, or if of extreme size maybe even “condominium”. All are used by the deckhands or officers in charge of describing the size of any one particular piece of ice floating near the ship. Over the radio one hears spontaneous names being given to ice that might be creeping up on the starboard or port side of the ship. Of course there are more formal names used, such as “bergy bits” for the small, but defiant chunks of ice. “Growlers” tend to bring to mind something that might hang out at the local bar (though they pass right over Tracy Bar with no problem), yet are smaller than the former. Volkswagen-sized floating ice bring consternation to the bridge, yet the “mini-malls” are so overwhelming that they inspire only awe as they pass by. Today we had a beautiful piece drift by, of a deep blue color inspired by the absorption of all wavelengths except blue. The iceberg was potentially as old as Shakespeare, if not much older. Exotic sounds reverberated through the deep fjords of Tracy Arm as South Sawyer gradually fell apart in slow disintegration.
They go by many names. Some are obvious, like “wheelbarrow”, or “coffee table”, or if of extreme size maybe even “condominium”. All are used by the deckhands or officers in charge of describing the size of any one particular piece of ice floating near the ship. Over the radio one hears spontaneous names being given to ice that might be creeping up on the starboard or port side of the ship. Of course there are more formal names used, such as “bergy bits” for the small, but defiant chunks of ice. “Growlers” tend to bring to mind something that might hang out at the local bar (though they pass right over Tracy Bar with no problem), yet are smaller than the former. Volkswagen-sized floating ice bring consternation to the bridge, yet the “mini-malls” are so overwhelming that they inspire only awe as they pass by. Today we had a beautiful piece drift by, of a deep blue color inspired by the absorption of all wavelengths except blue. The iceberg was potentially as old as Shakespeare, if not much older. Exotic sounds reverberated through the deep fjords of Tracy Arm as South Sawyer gradually fell apart in slow disintegration.
