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.