an isolated red island grew ever larger in the distance. Sitting like a red bull’s-eye on the edge of a glacier, the shape of the feature emerged as we approached. One of the glaciers terminated in a cliff that rose about five stories high and stood out from all the rest for hundreds of miles. A river of red spewed out of the top, almost as if thousands of gallons of paint were gushing from its insides. Blood Falls was appropriately named.
