You're not supposed to camp within a mile of the tidewater glaciers because the surge from a large hunk of ice calving off can wash things away. We were camped 2-1/2 miles away from the face of the glacier, but there was still a significant surge at times, though not at all dangerous. What was dangerous, though, was how tired we were when we got into camp the first night! We pulled up to the beach around sunset and I promptly dropped Dad's binoculars into the water as I was getting out of the kayak. I scooped them up and ran up onto shore and put them on the ground to dry. Then we scouted out a campsite and decided to move along the beach a bit, so we lined the kayaks down the beach. After we'd gotten unloaded and were working on supper, the sunset got really pretty and I wanted to take a picture of it... and couldn't find my camera. I started panicking and realized that the last time I had seen it was when I had gotten out of the kayak and put the binoculars down. I took off down the beach feeling a great deal of dread, since the tide had been coming in for an hour or more since then. Luckily, the camera was in a bright blue waterproof case, so I spotted it and my gloves where they had been tumbled up by a surge of waves from the glacier calving. The sunset was gone by then, but I felt extremely lucky that I had even wanted to take a picture because there was no way the camera would have stayed there through high tide.
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