Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Girlguiding Glacier Scramble


14 adventure-loving members of Girlguiding Middlesex East visited Iceland for a week during the Easter break.  We had an amazing time and had so many brilliant experiences, but the day we hiked on a glacier was probably my favourite. This is the story of our glacial adventure, and Senior Section member Louise has shared her memories below too.

The Glacier was a couple of hours away from our campsite, and yet somehow even the journey there was magical.  You can't help but love a country where you can spot volcanoes out of the window, where snowy mountain peaks glimmer around you and cliffs and rocks arch in formation down into the sparkling sea. We were so lucky with the weather: our glacier expedition had originally been planned for earlier in the week, but storms and gales caused all activity on the glacier to shut down to keep everyone safe.  So our wonderful hosts simply rearranged our schedule and we went later in the week in glorious (slightly chilly) sunshine!

We arrived near the base of one of the tongues of the Sólheimajökull Glacier.  In reality, the glacier is big.  Very big.  Like, I mean HUGE.  I'm not sure you're getting it, so however big you're thinking, multiply it up, add 6, and square your answer.  Everything you see in these pictures is just the tip of the iceberg (pun intended); it's the equivalent of hiking on a little tributary of a giant river. Except that the river is made of ice.


I demanded the obligatory pre-activity photo of the group, and got my camera all poised.  However, our friendly guides thought that I might like to be in the photo too. Obviously that was a very good idea and the composition of the image was much improved by my standing in it.  Although not everyone agreed.


We had by two guides on our hike, Octovia and Grimur, who knew the glacier inside out.  They kitted us out and we walked the 15 minutes along the banks of the lake until we reached the glacier's tongue.  Due to climate change, the glacier is retreating at a surprising rate and Octovia pointed out a little flag to us in the middle of the lake. The flag marks where the glacier used to begin just a few short years ago.

Once we reached the ice, we stopped to make sure we were fully prepared.  Octovia gave us a lesson in fitting our crampons: metal plates that strap to the bottom of your shoes with spikes that dig into the ice and help you grip. They were incredibly effective, and meant we could stroll up and down steep, icy banks with relative ease, and all the false confidence of someone wearing metal shoes made of spikes.

We weren't sure what the ice picks were for, and Octovia told us quite seriously that we could use them to help us walk if we wanted, but mostly people just like to carry them around and pose for cool photos.

Oh.  Right then.


Out on the ice, we were expecting good views, and an exciting hike, but I don't think we anticipated how much we would learn.  Our guides were brilliant: patient, enthusiastic and willing to answer any questions we could throw at them, and both were clearly very passionate about the glacier and the surrounding environmental issues.

The glacier is moving, albeit slowly, as it continually melts and freezes in a cycle, the tongue reaching out to form a lake which ambles its way serenely to the ocean. Octovia explained that the glacier forges a large canyon for itself, and fills the space it erodes. As it widens, large cracks and crevasses open up in the glacier that can go deep down into the ice.

However Grimur told us, in extremely deadpan tones, that actually there's another theory about how the cracks open up: it's actually dwarves coming to mine. I had some follow up questions:

Me: Do they mine in the ice?
Grimur: Yes.
Me: What are they mining for?
Grimur: Gold.
Me: Are they successful?
Grimur: No.

I abandoned this line of questioning.
  

 As the glacier melts, the water creates swirling patterns in the ice, and little circular funnels know as 'Moulins' (meaning windmills) open up.  Sometimes these can develop into quite lovely caves of blue ice, with water trickling down the walls.  


So we had a go at licking the glacier.  The trick is to find a nice clean patch, but the taste is fresh, wonderful and delicious!

Again, Octovia was a mine of information: this ice looks blue simply because of the way it refracts light.  It's actually crystal clear and enormously dense. Most ice we encounter freezes at a certain density which means that if you had 1 cubic metre of ice, you'd get roughly 5 litres of water from it, as water expands as it freezes.  However, the glacial ice is subject to enormous pressure as it's own weight bears down on it. So 1 cubic metre of this blue ice would yield 900 litres of water.  That's 180 times more, which is phenomenal. This ice was once prized by expensive hotels and restaurants which liked to use it to serve in drinks; because it melts so slowly, it can keep a drink cold without diluting it.  However, that practice has now been stopped to help preserve the glacier.


We also finally managed to put those ice picks to their proper use.  


 As we climbed higher onto the Glacier, the girls wanted to know why it looks black in places. It's not dirt, as you might think: its volcanic ash.  Octovia proved to be a volcanic-ash enthusiast: when volcanoes errupt (like the infamous eruption in 2010 which closed lots of airports) black ash is spread far and wide, and settles in a layer over the glacier.  If the layer of ash is thin, it absorbs sunlight and makes the glacier melt more quickly.  However, if the layer is thick enough, the warming effect never reaches the glacier and instead the ice is insulated and melts more slowly.

The ash also fills crevasses and is washed into them.  However, as the ice melts, the ash in the crevasses is revealed and appears in long streaks down the glacier.  Until it rains or the ash is washed away and the process begins again.  It's a continuous cycle.

Octovia then shared her favourite kind of ash with us; I've never met anyone before who had a favourite kind of ash. This kind had a strange consistency.  Squeeze a handful of the stuff and it feels hard and powdery.  However, if you then let it rest in the palm of your hand, and shake it a little, it becomes liquidy and runs between your fingers.  Or all over the faces of your Senior Section group!


We reached the snowy-looking plains at the top of the glacier tongue and learned about an experiment carried out by students who are monitoring the glacier.  Their findings are a little alarming as Octovia showed that the point where we were standing was actually 15 metres higher a year ago. We will all think twice about what we can do to help the environment in future,

So we had a wonderful time!  And to finish off, here's a little bit about our day from Louise, one of the fabulous Senior Section members who took part in the trip:
On our final day we walked up a glacier, which was awesome! I really loved learning about the history of the glacier and how it's changed over time; it was very cool having a drink from a glacier! We learnt that in a year the glacier had melted down by almost 15 meters, which is very sad as it means the glacier might not be there for much longer. When we had reached the top of the glacier there was a spectacular view of the surrounding mountains and the lake in front! It was such a breath-taking view and a moment I will never forget! Everyone in Iceland was so nice and kind, and the camp site we was staying at was lovely, they had delicious food! Also the people who came on the trip made it so much more wonderful and I am glad I was able to have shared such a unique experience with them! I would definitely recommend participating in a county international trip, as you'll be able to try out so many new activities and meet so many amazing new people! 


You might just be able to make out the sea in the distance: this is a southward view and if you travel in a straight line south from this point, you would cross the Atlantic Ocean and the first land you would reach would be Antarctica.

But first you'd have to get around the fearless and savage Girl Guides of Middlesex East with their faces daubed with ash, their sharp, spiky shoes, and their threatening props...I mean ice picks.  And that war cry you hear?  Actually they're just belting out a bit of Frozen.

Let it go.

Kisses xxx

P.S. I'll be posting about our different aspects of our trip over the next few weeks.  You can read about our day trip to Reykjavik here.


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