11.03.2017 - 12.03.2017
Ice Caves. After plane tickets, this is the first thing we booked on our trip and the rest of Iceland fell in line around it. We have our priorities straight for sure! Disclosure: I heavily dislike the movie Frozen. I don't think this happened immediately, but my sweet daughter asked me if I wanted to build a snowman repeatedly in a sing-song voice enough times that I started to want to drive over them in my Jeep just because I could (that's where the whole impatience thing comes in - time to put me on a plane and get me back to safe levels of sanity.) She was laying with me one night and kindly asked the hated question and I shouted my answers back louder to each verse ("NO!") and when she said something about how she "never sees me anymore" I told her it's because I don't like her or her dumb snowmen... Little did I know, my sweet girl had her phone on video so she could capture the precious non-snowman building moment in time. Back to Elsa...
We loaded up in a van and took a wild, bumpy ride to the glacier where we strapped on our helmets and crampons and went inside the gorgeous mouth of the cave to explore. I'm not sure what to say here other than you'll have to see the pictures, which will fall short of doing justice to the work of God's talented hand. The light blue ice was illuminated and filled with shapes and bubbles. There was ice cold water dripping down in various places that we could put our lips to for a sample. I credited Justice (Elsa) for her hard work in creating such a majestic kingdom and turned down her request to build a snowman, as I am simply the dark-haired sister, or bar wench in this story. Not sure how it all folds out, but bar wenches don't like to make snowmen either and it's my story, so I'm going with it.
Gnight Elsa. Gnight Dark-haired bar wench. Gnight Kristoff (ice cube maker). Gnight Olaf (overtalking snowman).