Our boat delivers us to a rock island at the edge of the Viedma Glacier.

We cross the rock polished by the recently-retreated glacier.

We don our crampons.

We survey the summer landscape.

Our leader cuts steps to smooth our path.

We stroll carefree amid the summer breezes.

Charlie enjoys a refreshing cooling drink.

I laze in the summer sun.

And only one person, not even in our group, had to be taken back to the boat on a stretcher.

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