Mile 305.8

When we got to mile 305. 8 (to the west of Hofsjökull glacier) and the final crossing of the Blanda River, the team on the other side - well some - thought we would die if we tried to cross. We didn't. We made it. Indeed it was swift.

What they did not know, because vehicles could not travel the route we were on to the north of Hofsjökull, was that we had crossed some shit way crazier in its totality. If they had seen, in person, the crossing around mile 302 they would understand why we thought we were good to go.

BUT, the current at the Blanda crossing was indeed very swift. And, I have not mentioned, but I was having issues with sciatica for the first time in my life (I could barely stand and hold Brooks before we departed for Iceland) and my right leg would sometimes go weak. It was not what I wanted but it was what it was when I got to the Blanda.

I'm reminded that I'll not always be able to have friends with me and that I could make it solo. Probably. As Helen Keller said,"life is either a daring adventure, or it is nothing."