I wore a bum bag. Up a glacier. Not an accessory combination I have fashioned before. Apparently the lady explorers of the 1900’s would walk from the local town up to the Franz Josef Glacier (back when it was forging its ascent at a catastrophic watery rate rather than descending as it has been since 2008) After conquering the glacial heights these women would head up the sheer face of the mountain to camp out in a peak top wooden hut for the night, all in skirts, dainty buttoned-up tops and crampons. The helicopter flight I took up to the glacier with my bumbag of mittens, an extra layer and a flapjack seems a bit Soft Dora Ice Explorer in comparison.
The glacial walk required, as standard; stomping up axed out ice stairs on each flight of icefall, crunching crampons single file enveloped by turquoise towers, drinking from the ice ledges and hurling yourself over tunnels and alcoves, all for this little lot..