Nervously motoring under the iceberg arch at sunset, I was torn between two alternate emotions. I sat utterly dazzled by the orange light reflecting off the ice surface a hundred feet over me. And the other part kept thinking, this is so incredibly stupid.
Shooting under the arch, another tour boat shows up, and I feel like I've been busted for being the complete, irresponsible idiot that I am. Scary stupid behavior. Sitting there under hundreds of thousands of tons of highly unstable ice.
The only thing I can think of to say to the tour boat is “Please don’t tell my mom...”