MonikaC
Well-Known Member
On my last trip to Iceland, one guy, K had a really bad trip. He was flying from the midwest to the east coast, then to Iceland. His Iceland flight got canceled, so instead of getting in around noon, he arrived around midnight. And, of course, his checked bag(s) didn't make it. There was another man from Berlin who had arrive 2-3 days earlier & his bags didn't make it either. Fortunately, both mens bags arrived the next day & we took off, just 1/2 day behind schedule. Things went along OK until about 1/2 way through the trip. We'd gone to a thermal area and just a few minutes after getting there, our leader, Daniel, noticed a nail in a tire of the van. The closest garage was going to close soon, so we needed to leave within 20' to make it there in time. We went back to the thermal area the next day & were able to shoot. As I approached the van, I saw K there with something green in his hand. In my semi-delirious state, I associated it with the color of my dogs poop bags & I wondered why he had poop bags. As I got closer, I saw that it was a cloth & he was wiping his camera with it. Turns out he had his camera mounted on his tripod, then turned away for his pack. He didn't say it, but I said something like, "You probably just took a few steps away" & he didn't disagree. Or agree. But, yes, as I'm sure you have leaped to the conclusion of this sad tale: one of those strong Icelandic gusts came along & blew his gear into a fumerole. He hadn't backed up his memory cards, either. This is an iPhone shot of his cleaned up gear.
And here's one of the hot pots, if you're curious (not the culprit, as far as I know)
And here's one of the hot pots, if you're curious (not the culprit, as far as I know)
