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Crossing the Highlands
Luckily the weather calmed by mid-morning. By noon, it was nearly nice outside. We made steady progress all day, crossing innumerable streams of all shapes, sizes, colors, and characters.
To our left, the massive hulk of Vatnajökull rose gently out of the surrounding moraines. I'd never seen anything like it... The edges of most glaciers I've seen are a jumbled mess of crevasse-laden dirty ice. Vatnajökull rose gently, like a grassy hill, but one locked in ice, and more massive than could be comprehended. The ice continued uninterrupted nearly 100 miles across and 100 miles wide. It would have been a simple matter to walk over and step up onto it. But, we needed to make southward progress, and I never did get around to going over and "poking the glacier" as I'd wanted to do.
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