The journey has begun. I am now en route to New York, then |celand and, eventually, somewhere in Greenland. I met up with Keith Ladzinski at the airport and we checked our 9 bags through (some of which belong to our trip leader...no, I didn't manage to fill four bags on my own). I am still in shock about how much it cost. Luckily the desk employee felt bad for me and underestimated the weight of my bag to save me a few hundred bucks. So, here I am, headed to a new place. I am definitely nervous, but in a good way. I have never been on a trip anything like this one, and everything seems so unknown. Will our loads of luggage fit in the helicopter and on the boat? Will we be able to get through the ice into the fjord where the rock is? Will I get seasick? In a few days, we will be on a boat headed towards unclimbed boulders through icy waters and maybe even past some polar bears. Now that I am wrapping up all the loose ends associated with leaving a life behind for three weeks, I'm getting excited to see everything. Iceland is supposed to be a crazy landscape, not unlike the moon. And Greenland is gorgeous by all accounts. So I'm psyched. Stay tuned for a trip recap and photos when I return at the end of the month!
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