Alright. My legs are consumed in some serious soreness right now. If you know me, you'll know one of a couple things. One, I'm a terrible driver (but that's beside the point), and two, I'm not an athletic person, though I very well try to be or at people try to convince me into thinking that I am.
The crown jewel of activity for the entire trip was that the latter thought was proven very much wrong. Kalie and I climbed not only one, but two glaciers, and climbed an ice cliff. The latter of which again, I'm probably never going to do it again, because as it turns out, I'm incredibly afraid of heights. Nonetheless, it was absolutely killer to be hanging off of a side of a glacier.
Separated by two days an two different companies (Arcanum Mountain Guides and Icelandic Mountain Guides), we climbed the Sólheimajökull and Vatnajökull glaciers in the Southern part of Iceland. Both companies outfitted us in picks and cramp-ons, which are used to keep you from slipping into a crevasse. So now the question is, did I fall into a hole, as some would predict?
