This summer, guest Gabriele Sewtz joined us aboard in Alaska along with her family. She wrote about her experience on her Medium page and graciously let us share it here. 

I close my eyes in the silence, standing on a paddleboard in Walker Cove, Misty Fjords. Nature invites me to a time of quiet and stillness. I am surrounded by rock walls jutting 900 meters (3,000 feet) above the ocean, the National Geographic Sea Bird in front of me looks like a mere speck against this majestic backdrop.

National Geographic Sea Bird, Walker Cove

The wilderness of Alaska (and NYC) has captured my imagination since watching the first episode of Northern Exposure on German TV in the 90s. The show aired in the middle of the night and I saved up as a student to buy my first VCR, fascinated by the American culture clash.

Leaving the city lights behind, northern lights shimmer across the blue-black sky during the first night of our Alaska expedition with Lindblad-National Geographic, blanketing the fjord’s cliffs with a glowing green river. We watch the spectacle unfold in awe, almost holding our breath, as the northern lights form a vivid arc.

Northern Lights

The next morning the mountains are cloaked in low-lying fog, as we glide through Owl’s Pass. Rainforests are growing on nearly vertical slopes from sea level to the mountaintops, the water of the blue glacial lakes is very still.

Early morning fog

As the sun begins to rise, the mist lifts, and the reflections of the rock formations, waterfalls, and snowcapped peaks on the calm surface are picturesque.

Misty Fjords

Reflection of rock formation


Dall’s porpoises are riding the bow wave on our way to Grindall Island where the crew lowers the Zodiacs from the upper deck into the ocean.


Naturalist @jeff_litton (thank you!!!)

The roaring sound of Steller sea lions huddled together on a rock to dry off and warm up, cuts through the silence. We watch as the Steller sea lions occasionally scoot down on their gigantic flippers into the water to feed.


Steller Sea Lions

Hiking through the marshlands of Grindall Island, I am eternally grateful for my knee-length waterproof boots—they already came in handy during wet landings of the Zodiac cruises, but are clearly essential expedition gear as I am carefully setting one foot in front of the other in the mud, testing the slippery ground.


Grindall Island

Cruising through the Ernest Sound, sitting criss-cross at the bow, there is a glimmer of movement on the horizon. I am mesmerized. The surface of the water is still and silent, birds are circling. All of a sudden, a spray or mist can be seen, followed by flukes glistening in the sun. Humpback whales are diving below a school of fish, and then slowly they begin a spiral dance upwards towards the surface, blowing bubbles in a circular motion to form a net. I am drawn in by the highly synchronized effort of the humpback whales' bubble-net fishing.


Humpback Whales

As the sun sets, we visit the Hump Island Oyster Company, locally owned and operated, raising oysters on floating docks. After sampling fresh, BBQ-ed oysters, and homemade kelp sauce, we marvel at sea cucumbers, purple starfishes, and sea urchins.


Fresh Oysters

We wake up to an overcast sky and slight drizzle in McHenry Inlet, and set out via kayak and later paddleboard to observe the wildlife from the water.

Kayaking, McHenry Inlet

Harbor seals pop their heads above the surface and bald eagles are circling in the air, displaying their impressive wingspan of six feet. Yet again, a sense of tranquillity overcomes me as I am floating on the water on my paddleboard, gently propelling myself across the bay.

Back on board, we spot a jellyfish bloom color the water emerald green.


Jellyfish Bloom

If bushwhacking is not in your daily vocabulary, don’t worry, it wasn’t in mine either until I hiked Alaska’s remote backcountry. And salmon runs take on a whole new meaning too. They swirl and wiggle in crystal water, the stream is jammed, I am inches away from millions of salmon swimming against the current. I am even more blown away by the salmon graveyard along the riversides though, which seems to be the course of nature following a period of spawning. What’s not normal is finding dead salmon before they have spawned apparently due to climate change.


Salmon (Run)

The outside-facing cabins of the National Geographic Sea Bird are perfect for scanning the horizon at odd hours, camera and boots on standby all the time. At dawn, I grab my gear and head to the bow after catching a glimpse of icebergs passing by our cabin window in the LeConte Bay. High mountains surrounded by forests and shrouded in fog, contrast with the scintillating shades of blue and white, the calved-off icebergs from the LeConte Glacier.


LeConte Bay

Wearing double layers, we set out in Zodiacs to see these gigantic sculptures up close.


The waves splash against the smooth surface of the icebergs, water sprays up in the air, sun glitter illuminates these icy, sparkly formations.


Calved-off icebergs from the LeConte Glacier

We venture up to the Bridge as we are cruising north through Frederick Sound and into Stephens Passage, sighting a moving rainbow.


Yes, this is real, no filter, shot with an iPhone (@eric_guth, always fun hanging at the bow with you!)

As we anchor, the expedition leader takes our teenage children on a special cruise where they will learn how to drive a Zodiac. Our children quickly pick up the basics, and not afraid of speed, they are thrilled as the water rushes by and the shoreline blurs.


Zodiac License (thanks Sarah!)

As if that adrenaline rush wasn’t enough, I brave the elements and join my daughter in the polar plunge. Standing on the Zodiac’s bow, I leap in with style, and the freezing, subzero water instantly makes me feel like the air is getting sucked out of my lungs. As I swim around the Zodiac to the ladder, all I can think of is that next time I am going to jump in closer to it. It’s an even more invigorating experience than my annual Polar Bear Plunge in Coney Island on New Year’s Day.


Polar Plunge

Elated, and bundled up after a hot shower, I am sitting at the bow on my favorite spot. What I witness next is an explosion of air as a group of humpback whales surfaces in the center of a bubble circle, their mouths gaping wide open, full of small fish, and they go back down their flukes lifting.


Humpback Whales

I only have a faint idea of what the whales are doing in the world beneath us, and really no idea where they will pop up next, but I have a very good idea that this is truly the place to get away from it all and where we will go next!