We were anchored overnight and awoke to what we like to call, 'flat calm'. I quietly asked my companion in the adjoining bunk to not move. Experience had taught me the slightest movement of the small boat would ripple out and destroy the perfect mirror. Still partially wrapped in my sleeping bag I slowly positioned the camera out the window next to my bunk and captured these shots. White Thunder Ridge's name is another testament to change at Glacier Bay. At one time the sound of crashing ice from McBride Glacier echoed off these cliffs filling upper Muir inlet. But this morning we awoke to only the distant sound of cawing kittiwakes. Photographer: Bill Eichenlaub