Next morning we woke up bright and early and walked three minutes to the Franz Josef Glacier Guides station, where we were geared up for ice climbing with ice picks, crampons, helmets, fleece hats, wool gloves, hiking packs, Gortex coats and pants. I felt pretty much invincible, despite the fact that only the night before I'd experienced a mini wave of anxiety (I mean, I don't have upper body strength...how could anyone expect me to haul ass up a gigantic wall of ice...). It's funny how a little gadget or item of adventure wear can make you feel all the more experienced--like when you go to REI (best store ever) and surround yourself with camping knives and inflatable rafts and all of a sudden you feel like Survivor[wo]man. Granted, my biceps were still non-existent, but with crampons on my feet and ice-picks in hand, I felt as though Franz Josef Glacier had nothing on me. Ha.
Shortly, Brian and I found ourselves on a little bus with approximately seven other ice climbers: a Texan named Lisa, a guy from Sydney, a couple from Wellington, and a group of three somewhat off-the-rocker, dreadlocked Spaniards who none of us could understand. After ten minutes, we arrived at the glacier:
the walk from the bus to the foot of the glacier
the view of the glacier from the rainforest. looks much closer than it appears. in reality, the foot of the glacier is about 2 km away.
walking past the waterfall
brian getting outfitted/final checked before heading up
ice climbing wall
brian about to begin his first climb
brian reaches the top!
me = taking control of that ice pick
carlyn vs. large wall of ice
me climbing up one of the harder climbs...yessss
dramatic pic of brian
going on a little hike in between climbs
cool little blue cave we found
in the cave
headed back down
view from the top
back at the bottom, safe and sound :)
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