Sack and me on the bus that would take us to Mt. Esja.

Bill and Tim sitting on the bus. Tim once again doing an advertisement.

Me, Bill, Tim, and Zach at the top of Mt. Esja. It is the most prominent mountain within the capital area of Reykjavik.

Wish weīd a paid attention to the maps.

Bill utilizing the trees.

When the going got tough, .......we saw this old man on the mountain.
After we had recovered from laughing so damn hard at ourselves for being such pussies, we pressed on.

Tim loves the camera. Take a look at what he is manhandling.

Us taking yet another break, but we arenīt even 1/4 of the way up.

This is where we started to wonder if we had gotten off the trail.
There arenīt too many walking trails that I know of that you need to be wearing a Spiderman costume to get up.

This picture here was about the last one anyone would have ever gotten of me.

To climb out there, I had to do some quick treadmilling of loose rock.

This is the thing at the top that makes it all worthwhile.

Peanut butter and jelly never tasted so good.

Too bad thatīs what we had earlier in the day for lunch, too.

Zach loves to take self-portraits a lot.

This is the valley on the other side of the mountain.

Signing in at the guestbook.

Bill isnīt usually rude....itīs just that when he says his name to Icelanders, they laugh.
The way it sounds is like the word for car, hence the ride question.

This will give you a good idea of the slope that we came down on.

Wish the route up would have been that easy.

I left a piece of me up on this Sumbitch.

Here you can kind of see what I meant when I said stay to the left.

Instead, we stayed right and tried to scale the face.

Stupid Americans.