Besides the logistics of ice berg climbing in Newfoundland, it’s tough to get from the boat to the bottom of an iceberg as told in this story:
“The boat continued to flail in a chaotic dance with the iceberg. Shattered ice rained into the ocean as Eliot George swung over and over again from the deck of the boat until he heard the Thunk. His axe stuck. Then a large gray wave grabbed and threw the boat away from the ice, dislocating Eliot's shoulder. Still gripping his axe, Eliot hung over the water. We pulled him back from being crushed.”
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