Training Day

In the good ole days training use to generally consist of anything from a half day to five days sitting in an air conditioned room, listening to ladies and gentleman of varying degrees of teaching skill and subject matter knowledge, instill the latest trend within my brain. IT, H&S, Risk Assessment, Managing People Effectively, Fire Extinguishers!!!… I’ve had ‘em all, and generally quite enjoy training, often something amusing will happen over the duration of the course, and most of the time you do come out a finer educated individual. But in well over a decade in Corporate America never did the words ‘crevasse’ and ‘training’ ever get put together.

But in all fareness I suppose the chance of falling through a thin snow crust into a cathedral like underground chasm doesn’t generally concern your average Cambridge MA/UK or New York citizen. Many things do concern those aforementioned folk, just not crevasses.

The entrance is, well – a hole in the snow.

With the aid of only a rope and my (lethal) 16-spike boot crampons the journey down begins.

My initial mental image was drippy and dark. So wrong, so so wrong. The layer covering some of the vertical shafts is literally only a few cm’s thick; thin enough for copious amounts of sunlight to stream down into the ice tunnels, with it’s remarkable blue luminosity.

The pictures help describe the scene below the surface, but the ambiance is harder to capture. It feels like something from a magical fantasyland.

Blimey, isn't nature very clever...

... and very beautiful :)