Looking ahead on the Skeidararjokull; crevasse after crevasse. Alone, these are deadly, so they took care to negotiate. When they were finally obscured by a very light blanket of snow, I turned back. Now they were obscured, and the bridges were too weak, and my safety limit had been reached. Home to fight again another day...and it worked, because ehre I am, headed back in Feb 2004, rather than at the bottom of one of these slots. Image copyright Cameron M. Smith, 2002.
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