The adventure training in country was led by
a JSMEL, OCdt Ed Gay, who had six MLTs working with him to select routes
for the rest of the party. Each day they tested potential routes and
reported on their feasibility for the less experienced. A day-by-day plan
would be agreed, and groups organised under pairs of MLTs.
The walking plan included two sets of three single-day
walks, and one overnight trek. Each walk had much the same pattern. We
would be briefed the night before, get up around 0800hrs and walk more
than five hours taking a circular route usually taking in in a peak of
800m. These peaks were often well into the cloud line. The importance of
accurate navigation was therefore highly emphasised, especially since all
the team members were responsible for it, taking turns to map-read
individually.
Along the way we discussed some principles of mountain
leadership and learned about the MLT course including belaying with ropes,
safety harnessing and mountain rescue. We spent the first three days in
this fashion, walking for about 15km a day, building up an awareness of
the terrain and getting used to the constant changes in weather. A rest
day followed before we set off on a longer two-day trek. The journey was
to take us to a mountain hut some 20km away up in the glaciated peaks to
our north. During our final three days, our navigation seemed much
improved by earlier practice. But the worst weather so far had us twice
descending before summits could be reached, and it was not rare to find us
huddling together to take our lunch.
On 13th August we broke camp and set off back
to Reykjavik, where we spent two days visiting local natural wonders. If
the stench of Geysir (the original one) and the wind at Gulfoss (a
waterfall) were somewhat over-powering, they did provide a few snapshots,
which couldn’t quite be said for the steamy Blue Lagoon. There someone’s
false promise of a hot tub on the rock face above had most of us running
half naked into a freezing gale. We enjoyed a final dinner in Reykjavik
and thanked our hosts, heading for the airport where goodbyes were mixed
with assurances that we’d all meet again at "courses camp"/
Sandhurst/ in other frozen wastes.
OCdt Corbet Burcher