Sample Sentences forfjord (auto-selected)
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The water in the fjord was choppy, driven by the brisk wind.† (source)
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And that explains why, no matter how tangled the mess in the harbor becomes, there's always a clear lane down the middle of the fjord, headed out to sea.† (source)
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Most of the Inside Passage follows narrow, fjordlike channels.† (source)
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With Ancil unable to talk, Lucien spent the day in a rented car touring glaciers and fjords in the mountains around Juneau.† (source)
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I've been doing fjords all my life.† (source)
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When morning came, with a low, grey sky but very hot, the adventurers found they were in a bay encircled by such cliffs and crags that it was like a Norwegian fjord.† (source)
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They raced through icy straits, past blue fjords and cliffs with waterfalls spilling into the sea.† (source)
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Duck him in the fjord!† (source)
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There is just a light dusting of gold around the edges where it fades into the rain forest, thickening and intensifying as it approaches the harbor-a long narrow fjordlike notch cut into the straight coastline of Oregon, a deep cold trench of black water heading straight out to Japan.† (source)
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They say he hides in one of those Norwegian fjords where neither God nor man will ever find him.† (source)
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Ramius surveyed the fjord through his binoculars.† (source)
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The rugged part of the Omani coast I mentioned earlier is around the point of land at Ras Musandam, with its deep fjords.† (source)
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The chopper's coming up the fjord, following it inland from the open sea, headed straight for the Spectrum 2000.† (source)
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For the next eight years, she sent postcards to her family from around the world; Ayers Rock in Australia, Mt. Kilimanjaro in Africa, the fjords in Norway, Hong Kong Harbor, the Wawel in Poland.† (source)
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Ramius looked aft at the bluffs of the Kola Fjord.† (source)
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But she saw these Scandinavian women zealously exchanging their spiced puddings and red jackets for fried pork chops and congealed white blouses, trading the ancient Christmas hymns of the fjords for "She's My Jazzland Cutie," being Americanized into uniformity, and in less than a generation losing in the grayness whatever pleasant new customs they might have added to the life of the town.† (source)
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