Here's photos of my lovely attempt to climb a glacier in New Zealand.

foureleven:

I wrote a guest post on my friend Annemarie’s blog about climbing Franz Josef Glacier. Two months later I still have a scar on my hand from dropping my walking stick on my hand and then watching it fall down an ice cave. I hope it eventually fades away, but if it doesn’t I’ll just think of it as a battle scar.

Annemarie was one of my first friends in the city; we met when I was a not-yet-jaded 21-year-old. Ah, those were the days.

Edit: These are pictures of the glacier, not me. That’s for the best. Also, Carey was out, um, trying to, um, do something with Jeff so he’s not in any of these pictures either. To be honest, I completely forgot what Carey was doing that day.

Ahh, I remember that day, the day Jeff and I sent everyone up the glacier for a heli-hike and then went to the hot pools. One of Jeff’s friends got us in for free, so while Stephanie was off dropping her ice pick on the glacier, we were enjoying exquisite silence and relaxing in 40 degree pools. Good day!

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