I know the suspense was killing you, but we did get to go on our glacier trip. Karsten kept us on schedule and got Malcolm, Catherine and I up to the Alpine Guides on time. I left my sunglasses in my purse – I mean handbag – and while we were being packed on the bus, Karsten literally sprinted down to the van, which was at the hotel, and back with them. Brave guy, going into a woman’s purse – I tried to be as specific as possible so he could be efficient and not scared. Thanks, Karsten, it was way, way above and beyond the call of duty for you to do that.
You’ll see here it looks kinda cloudy still. That’s why I didn’t notice the missing sunglasses. But I guess it was clear up on the mountain/glacier, so they could fly. We had to wear boots and socks provided by these guys. And while we learned later that they do actually wash the socks in between each wash and wear, it was pretty creepy putting on these heavy wools grey socks it had been obvious many feet other than mine had visited. The boots were kind of grungy too, but I got over it.
Have to admit, I had butterflies in my stomach about this whole helicopter thing. In Kauai this year, I had read about all these crashes – even with the most reputable companies. I was hoping I was going to live to see the princess again and wondering about the mess I’d be leaving behind. But then, I figured the odds were with me and went with that optimism strategy thing again. After all, the optimism got me there despite the somewhat bleak looking skies. Catherine went up in this chopper here. Malcolm and I were in the third, which was really this chopper, but after it dropped the first group off…