2.01.2013

Glacier Madness

I quite hate the word crampons, for obvious reasons, but I wore them the other day. I generally hate tours, mostly because I have my dad's pride that pretty much any place or experience is better without guides tiptoeing you through it, and because I have probably unnecessary anxiety about making sure it's worth the usually high cost. We opted out if a pricey tour in Brazil's Chapada Diamantina, opted in at Iguazu, and here in Patagonia sat somewhere on the 'do it' side of the fence on the Perito Moreno glacier's Big Ice tour.

Pay a couple hundred bucks for a tiptoe on a glacier, can I really be worth it?

Yes.

Even with crampons. I can't count how many times I noted the grandeur of the white and blue and crevasses and ICE LAGOONS with something elegant like Holy Crap.

Climbing up down and sideways with metal picked shoes was harder than I thought, but I got the hang of it (not the sideways so much, actually, but up and down were ok). I can't believe how different the ice looked from different angles. I can't believe I got to tiptoe all over those angles.











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