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Icelandic Ponies
Norse Attack
Fjörugardurrin
Blue Lagoon

Day Two:
Black Sand Beach
Sea Kayaking
Stokkseyri
Whitewater Rafting
Skidaskalínn
NightClubs

Day Three:
Jökulsárlón
Jöklasel
Midfellsegg
Idno
Clubbing Again

Day Four:
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Karyn likes snowmobiling

Top: Clouds shroud Hvannadalshnúkur, looking east

Right: Larry Harding

Left: Snowcat makes it way up the glacier

On the bus again, we motored east towards Skálafellsjökull. We turned northward up a steep, winding 4WD trail for the 16km trip up to the hut at Jöklasel. Along the way, the road passed a large reservoir and wound its way past several smaller tarns. At one turn, the cliff beside the road dropped steeply away for 1500' into a large canyon scraped and formed by earlier glacial action. Sven described the large lateral moraine as we drove over it in the bus, marvelling at the skill of the driver in negotiating the tight turns.

At Jöklasel, we once again donned the now familiar insulated suit, rubber boots and helmet for the trip to the top of the glacier. The hut was pleasant, but the view was quite obscured by the clouds. Half the group took snowmobiles through the mist, and the other half followed by snowcat or "thiokol". Near the end of the ten-minute ride, we broke through the cloud cover and were greeted by a magnificent panoramic view of the Vatnajökull and the surrounding peaks. Lunch was ready and waiting, in a unique serving environment carved out of the surrounding glacier, but first -- a group picture.

The assembled group stood in terraced rows carved out of the glacier for a formal portrait. The sun was warm, and many of us stepped out of our snowmobile suits to bask in the rays atop the snow. Then it was time to eat.

Lining up to snarf down some food.

The lunch was fantastic. Bowls of seafood salad, lobster, crab legs, mussels, hot soup, herring, and other seafood, all prepared in multiple ways, was piled high on our plates as we went through the buffet line. Everything looked and tasted great in the crisp mountain air. The catering team had dug picnic tables in the snow, with wood benches to sit on. Beer, wine and soft drinks were buried in the snow to keep them cold.

 

 

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