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"I would kill a man for an orange," I thought, as I sat shovelling yet more trail mix into my mouth amid freezing rain and sulphurous mist, somewhere in the volcanic wasteland. Back home, fresh fruits and veggies are a staple of my diet, but since I'd arrived in Iceland to tackle the Fimmvörðuháls and Laugavegur trails I'd been subsisting on energy bars, dehydrated mountain meals, peanut butter and the aforementioned trail mix. I was roughly 18kms from the trail's end at Land

My flight from Vancouver to Reykjavik was an overnight job, roughly seven hours from gate to gate. I'd intended to sleep the whole way, but I got sidetracked instead watching the documentary FREE SOLO, about a man named Alex Honnold who sets out to climb Yosemite's 3300ft El Capitan without ropes or safety gear, much to the consternation of his friends and family. I had the movie on my mind a few days later, when I set out alone from the campsite I'd shared with my friends af

"There are parts of this trail where if you make a mistake, you will die," the warden at the Baldvinsskáli hut told us cheerfully. Then she smiled. "So don't make a mistake." My friends Jason, Darren, Krystin and Daulton and I were midway through the first day of what we'd planned to be an epic five-day, 82km backpacking trip across Iceland's desolate, beautiful Fimmvörðuháls and Laugavegur trails. We'd begun at the southern trailhead in Skogar--home of the famous Skogafoss w