So, day 2 in Iceland was Thursday, which was the big glacier hike day. We found ourselves hanging out in the Hilton lobby in the morning, with a big crowd of people, all dressed in layers and wearing boots, so we were pretty sure everyone was heading to the same place. I suspect I had on the best socks under my boots:
Our big bus eventually arrived, and we headed off across the mountains to the glacier. Just a bit outside of Reykjavik was the first mountain pass, and our view looked like this:
But pretty soon we were past all the snow and back to the lowlands of Iceland. Which pretty much looked like this:
I was a bit comforted by the fact that I was traveling with a large group that was, shall we say, more in the range of my physical fitness than my husband's. So I didn't think I would be slowing them down too much. After stopping at the edge of the glacier for our insanely patient guide to show us how to put on our crampons (which most of us screwed up repeatedly), we were off!
|Our guide, explaining that this overhang was a tunnel the week before|
The black stuff you see is volcanic ash. It was really pretty up on the glacier. A bit more strenuous than the "leisurely walk" that was advertised, but worth the climb. It wasn't even very cold on the glacier, just very, very, very wet. Between the rain falling from the sky and the glacier melting since it was above freezing, we were absolutely soaked. Thank goodness for the waterproof pants, as that was pretty much the only dry spot on my body.
Eventually we were down and were wet, but happy to have risen to the challenge.
We were then off to a delicious dinner of lobster soup. Oh, and beer. Definitely beer.