ice caves

I’m having one of those days where I feel very dull and uninspired, and it’s at times like these that I feel the overwhelming urge to remind myself of more interesting times.

Unfortunately, most of the times that are most interesting don’t have pictures associated with them.

And they’re in the dark.

But enough about me and my spelunking adventures ::vbg::

Here’s a snap of me in the next best thing to a cave: an ice crevasse on the Fox Glacier in South Island, New Zealand. Ooh, ahh… That was quite the adventure, let me tell you. Sailor Boy and I got separated up because he manages going uphill on any surface, ice or otherwise, much more quickly than I do, so he’s in none of these pictures (which is just the way he likes it), and my shining achievement during the whole hike was when I almost knocked my jaw off with my ice pick. (This shot was taken pre-ice pick, btw. I didn’t smile afterwards, that’s for damn sure. And I ate nothing but ice cream for a few days. Fortunately, New Zealand has the best ice cream flavor in the world. It’s called hokey pokey and I miss it terribly. It’s sweet vanilla ice cream with bits of butterscotch toffee in it. (Nalini? Back me up, chica.)) Actually just writing about this, I can remember the way the clang of the pick reverberated through every bone in my head, the way my gums bled, the way… Okay, I’m going to stop with this talk and go back to the less nauseating one about that butterscotch toffee ice cream now.

I think I’ve been pretty good at not forcing everyone I know (and that includes you, blog readers) to hear exhaustive stories and look through endless photo albums of my travels, back when I was a young, swinging, mid twenty-something with a backpack and hitchiker’s thumb.

The fact that I’ve been so damn nostalgic this weekend is probably a hint that I’m overdue for a bit of a vacation, don’t you think? My other clue that I need some time off is that this was my third attempt at a blog entry, and the first two turned into such outrageous blatherings that I didn’t think I could even post them as rants and get away with it. I need to unplug for a bit, I think. Unwind. Picture soothing, ice blue walls to hike through. My thoughts have been so scattered recently. If I were a computer I’d think it was time for defragmentation.

But it might just be a “spring thaw” situation.

In which case, watch out for avalanches.

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In other news, we’re gearing up for something really special here at Diana’s Diversions, and I’m sure my next week, the malaise will have passed and I’ll be all set to unveil the project to the world.

(Marley assures me that this is all due to something called Mercury Retrograde which is apparently over next weekend. So that’s good news, huh?)

But meanwhile, for this week, if anyone has any truly brilliant blog topics, let me know.