Getting to this view point was not easy. Starting at just after 6am (it was already broad daylight) I started climbing the Skaftafell range. It’s a 30k round route, beginning at sea level and rising up to over 2000 metres. After such an early start, looking back at the path below no-one else was within a mile of me. This proved a problem when the trail started to potter out, and with out clues I tried a few routes, unsure if they were the correct way. Before long I was on a high ledge with a steep drop behind me and a loose gravel rock slide to the front. The wind was howling loudly, and I had to monkey crawl the last 400 metres while cursing. Planting myself firmly on the ground, I took this picture of the Ice field, then gave up, and went back the way I came.
This photo is a merge of two photos, it is a little blurred as I had real problems holding the camera steady in such a windy location. I did try stitching more than two pictures together to show the peak to the left of where the glacier turns into a lake but the perspective just became silly. I would of liked something in the picture to show the size and scale.