A glacier Instagram photo of mine was commented upon at the end of the day that we “Just went for a little hike today…”. “Just a hike?”, and I replied with the truth… “And an involuntary swim”.
We knew two things for sure when we arrived to Skaftafell National Park. One, that we were going to go to the glacier. And two, that we didn’t want to pay to be part of a restricted glacier walk. We all had virtually brand new hiking boots with vibram soles which obviously wasn’t the same as having spikes on the bottom of your shoes, but how could we go wrong, really? Well, I could walk down a three foot wide crevice with a few thousand dollars of camera gear strapped around my wrist and another couple thousand dollars worth strapped onto my back, take a few steps forward and on my fourth step fall right through the ice below me into the glacial waters. That’s how.
It was almost like I had done this before though, because like a seasoned veteren would have, I caught myself by the elbows on the edge of the crevice, and held myself from plunging underneath probably just a few thousands of tons of ice. And after a couple of really calming thoughts like “I’m really in trouble here” with my legs dangling in glacial water, my elbows the only thing keeping me from drowning, and both girls about 15 feet above me at a 75º angle on the glacier, I pulled myself out with nothing more than a scratch or two on the palm of my hand, and a few waterdrops on my camera lens.
I was going to tell you about sliding around on iced over paths, staircases, sides of a mountain and everything else behind a waterfall before the glacier experience, but it’s just too pathetic in comparison now, so just enjoy the photos and take comfort in the fact I’m here to blog about much more to come.