There are ways in which I do, none of which are as satisfying as this or the regular Wordpress Earth Slides. So why don’t I? I am a broken man who finds sitting around less taxing than sharing what I think in more than 140 characters. Let’s get back in this train.
Chapel at Lake Junaluska; not in Iceland.
This is the only stone church we saw in the countryside of Iceland, which we thought strange given the number of stones littering the earth here. Then, in a stroke of genius, Jen theorized that, perhaps, since stone is so common and wood is so scarce, that Icelanders chose the more valuable resource to build their houses of worship, giving to God the more precious commodity.
Turf houses in Laufas, near Akureyri.
We’re pretty sure this guy owns this farm. And the guy behind him feels like he did a good job growing horns, but still fails to live up to standard set by “Mister Fancy-Horns.”
Boat and southern edge of the Reyðarfjörður fjord, in the town of the same name. Which I cannot pronounce.
A sheep in the Eastern fjords. Jen is in love with the sheep. So is Graham.
1. It snowed a little on the morning of day 3.
2. Volcanic ash engulfed us in the afternoon of day 3.
3. Glaciers, as you walk toward them, make you very, very cold, from quite a long way away. Never would have thought of that. It’s called glacial wind.
4. Today, day 4, has ended with about an inch of snow on the ground. They say this is unusual. So far, no Icelanders have been hurt in the rush to get bread and milk.
Icelandic Sunbathing. (No internet last night, so this is yesterday’s picture.)
Goodnight, everyone. And goodnight, sun.
Us at Gullfoss. Much cooler than anything you saw today.
