In which a disturbing trend is observed

Today, Paul, Liv, Liv's friend Lee, and I went on a road trip.  Where?  Points south!  Why?  Why not?

Now, you might be wondering what exactly the title of this post is referencing.  Allow me to explain:  Each time I have left the city limits, two of three things have happened without fail:  First, I have had to make an unexpected climb up an absurdly tall hill - the most infamous of which was the incident at the Mountain of Shame; Second, I have managed to get soaking wet - as was evinced by the Þórsmörk trip; Third, and most worryingly, I have managed to almost die in some ridiculous way - most recently by exposure during the Snæfellsnes trip. 

So, what happened today?  Well, I'm glad you asked.  Allow me to show you these photos, and I will tell for you the tale of our trip to the south of Iceland!