Like going through the wardrobe into Narnia, we escaped from the drama of 2020 for a month in sea kayaks in Glacier Bay National Park. There were neither cruise ships nor fellow kayakers — just bear-filled beaches and whale song. I completed all these sketches entirely in the field during one of the rainiest summers on record. With each, I tried to answer a question:  How is this bay or island or beach different from all the previous ones?