Rock, Petra, Sheep

The smallest of plants, growing out of a pile of stones on a saltwater beach.

This next day was to be one of our longest drives, but conditions couldn't have been lovelier.  We were lucky to enjoy yet another sunny, cloudless day - not what I pictured Iceland to be like, even in the summer. We had a lot of distance to get through if we were going to make it back to Reykjavik in less than a week.  My stick-shift driving skills were pretty rusty at the beginning of our travels, but thanks to Daniel's patience and nerves of steel on the first day, I got over my jitters and got along okay.

This route equated to about a 5 hour drive, but we took much longer because of all of our stops.

We obviously were driving a lot, and that might seem boring, but it was one of the most incredible parts of the trip.  The roads, especially on this side of the island, were pretty empty.  They weaved along cliffsides and port-towns. There was always something magnificent to look at, whether it was sheep on the roadside or the larger than life sky. 

There were sheep everywhere, and they always seemed to be out on the road, and not in the fenced in areas.

Our first major stop of the day was in Stöðvarfjörður for Petra's Stone & Mineral Collection.  Daniel described it to me from our guidebook as an interesting place to stop. It was along the coast, would add to our drive, and we had to take a long gravel road to get there. I won't deny that I was dubious it would be worth it.  A rock collection museum, in a rock filled country?  How interesting is that?  Well, I was certainly wrong.  It was such a cool stop.

Just a small corner of Petra's Stone & Mineral Collection.

It is an outdoor rock garden, with incredible stones covering every single surface. Throughout her life Petra collected stones from all over the nearby mountains.  Where someone would see a pile of unremarkable rubble, she would be able to pick out a lovely and interesting rock easily.   Even as she was getting on in years, her favourite thing to do would be to climb up a mountain, fill a backpack with rocks and bring them back to her garden.  There were a few geodes that she would roll down the hill, or hide away and come back later with friends and a sledge to help her bring the rock back.

This particular specimen was about the size of a medicine ball, and was Petra's favourite stone.

Now, this was just her own personal garden, with her own collection - and yet people would come over from all over to marvel over it.  For years she never charged anything, because she knew these rocks belonged to the country and not to her personally.  Eventually, the number of tourists, and their use of her washroom, convinced her to start charging a nominal fee.  Since her passing, her family runs the garden so all that pass by can see it. Stop by if you ever get a chance - or read about Petra and her life if you want to smile.  She also collected pens and matchboxes, but they were kept safe indoors.

Also in that little town we found a beautiful wool and craft market, and a yard sale in a warehouse (trust me to find wooly goods shop or a yard sale, wherever we are).  I picked up a few random post cards at the yard sale, and at the craft market, instead of buying a knitted item, I purchased some Lopi yarn for a sweater.

Now, pretty much everything in Iceland is expensive, and for good reason.  It's a remote island and any town that isn't Reykjavik is exponentially more remote. The further away you are from the capital, the more expensive everything is. The only exception to this rule is wool. Istex purchases raw wool from Icelandic farmers, and it is milled and spun in a town called Blönduós. It's about as local as you can get, and I got this sweater quantity of wool for a steal of a deal.  I have a pattern in mind, and once I knit it up, I have no doubt it will be one of the warmest things I'll ever own. 

Back on the road! Onward to Seyðisfjörður!  We had to drive up and over a mountain range to get to the charming town, and it was worth it. 

I forgot to take any pictures of the town itself, which was a shame - but I did remember to take  a picture of the wool in the grocery store.  Also a steal of a deal here.

There was a pond in the middle of the town, likely fed by the waterfalls that flowed down the mountain we drove down.  There was a little island in the middle of the pond that one kid had got to, and there were a group of 4-5 others who were trying to make it there as well.  The water was clearly frigid, and the shrieks and screams of joy and discomfort as others tried to cross to the island were hilarious and endearing.

So. Many. Waterfalls.

Again, we enjoyed our time there so much that we forgot to take any pictures.

Onward again, for a few more hours to our final campsite in Mývatn, Just a half hour away from  our final destination for the night, we  stopped at Hverir to check out some of the amazing geothermal activity in the area.  The smell of sulfur was intense, though it bothered me much more than it did Daniel.  All across this field of red-brown dirt there were large bubbling blue mud-pits, marked off with bits of string.  All across Iceland, even at the most dangerous and precarious stops, you are responsible for your own safety.  If you decide to stand on slippery rocks next to a waterfall, or step over the 4 inch high string boundary keeping you from hot bubbling sulfuric mud - that's on you. There is no one to rescue you from yourself.

Mars-like landscape

While the smell of sulfur did turn my stomach, it was a remarkable sight to see in person.  The landscape did make me think of Mars, with the red-brown rocks and strangely shaped mountains in the background.  This geyser was covered in a small  tower of rocks, and it made the most amazing whooshing and hissing sounds along with quite a bit of heat. I had never seen anything like it.

At this point, the sun was on its way down, which meant it was pretty late.  We'd soon be settled into our bed for the night, bellies full of delicious pizza (served in a small outbuilding next to the campground)  ready for the next day of adventures.

Lupins and Langoustine

As we left Pakgil for a long stretch of driving on our way to Hofn, you could see nothing but fields of Nootka Lupine (I just call them lupins) on either side of the road. It reminded me of the poppy fields in Wizard of Oz.  

Lupins are not native to Iceland, and so obviously some people are really against them because they are an invasive species.  They were introduced in 1945 as a way of fighting erosion and adding nitrogen to the soil.  This has worked, but, as you can imagine, almost too well.  Lupins are flourishing and they are hard to contain, much to the detriment of the low-lying plants, grasses and mosses that are native to the area.  

We followed a trail through the flowers, until all of a sudden the fields of purple and green ended, and there was only black sand and rocks.

Like walking on the moon

Lucky model shot for when the wind was cooperating.

Reality of what most pictures of me look like in the wind

Right in the middle of low-lying grey sand plains is an area that has (to my untrained eye at least) only native plants and species dotted along the landscape.  I was constantly stopping to take pictures of these tiny plants making their way up out of the gravel.  They reminded me of the little succulent plants we have in our windows, and I was obsessed with them.

We continued along the track until it eneded, and the followed some very subtle blazes that guided us through the grey expanse to a small white building partially protected by a bluff.  It was a strange sight to see this little building, with nothing else as far as the eye can see.  We had lots of questions, and fortunately there was a little plaque that explained its purpose.  Years ago, in the winter, that expanse of land was troublesome to travelers and there were many deaths as people traveled from one town to another.  This building was put up as a safe haven.  The inside boards and beams of the tiny building were covered in carved names and dates - a mix of weary travelers from 80 years ago, and more recently, curious tourists like ourselves - a different sort of traveler.

Well worth the investigation

Our next stop was Svartifoss Waterfall.  You've probably seen pictures of the waterfall before, and I'm going to add ours to the fray.  It was an easy and beautiful walk up into the hills, and it was as impressive and as interesting as I thought it would be.  

The same pillared rock that we saw on the beaches of Vik

Back onto the road, and it was straight to Hofn to get a campground spot and find some dinner.   By the time we arrived it was getting pretty dark for that time of year (which is a generous dusk), and we were pleased to check in before they closed up the office.  The gentleman at the desk was super friendly, gave us some recommendations on where to find dinner, and we chatted a little bit about the Montreal Canadians.  He had a Habs windbreaker and a Habs tattoo on his upper arm. I asked how he came to be such an avid fan of a Canadian hockey team, and he said simply "Because they are the best team."  Smart man.

We parked our van, and headed into town.  We were very discerning, and literally stopped at the first place we found, Kaffi Hornið.  It was warm and cozy inside, and we were not disappointed.  We started with  Langoustine Tempura, and I later had Langoustine Pizza while Daniel had the local lamb chops. Like I said, we had frugal and simple meals during the day, but at dinnertime we certainly made up for it.   Langoustine is a smaller relative to a lobster, and is also known as Norway Lobster or Dublin Bay Prawn.  They grow to be about 8 inches long, are a pale orange colour, and are delicious. 


With bellies full,  We went back to our little campervan to plan out the next day's adventures, read our books, and get some much needed sleep.

This day's route, Pakgil to Hofn.

We Went Chasing Waterfalls

The sun was up when we went to sleep, and it was still up when we woke up the next morning.  The entire time we were in Iceland, the novelty of constant light never wore off.

This was the view that we left as we checked out of our hotel and climbed into our trusty steed of a Campervan, set-up the GPS and set-off...to the grocery store.

Our home for the next 10 days

The population of Iceland is right around 330,000, with 200,000 of that population living within the city limits of Reykjavík.   That leaves a lot of (beautiful!) empty roads between us and the next destination, so we stocked up on provisions: bread, cheese, jam, vege, apples, skyrr, cereal and instant coffee.  Our wee-van was equipped with camp stove, pots and pans - but we ate very simply throughout the day, with our food stored in a convenient icebox in the back. Almost every night we would treat ourselves to dinner out.  More on the delicious food we ate later.

After the icebox was stocked, we hit the road.

I had plotted out an ambitious route for us, going counter-clockwise around the island, marking all the waterfalls that I wanted to stop at. First one on the list was Seljalandsfoss.  It's a popular stop for tourists because it is such a short distance from  Reykjavík.  While this was a spot where there were certainly lots of tourists (including us of course) it really didn't feel like that many, and I never felt jostled or uncomfortable or bothered.  You can walk behind this waterfall, and though the rocks we walked on looked like they were slick and slippy, they actually had lots of grip.  I still took each step very carefully, and was mildly terrified the entire time.

The view from behind the waterfall.  We were both thoroughly damp from the mist

Our next waterfall stop was Skogafoss.

You could walk right up to the waterfall, and from every angle, you could see rainbows in the mist.  

The scale of this waterfall was incredible. Water crashing, from 200 feet up,  We climbed the stairs to the top and were able to look down on it as well.

I was super excited for the next stop; the black sand beach at Vik captured my imagination when I first saw the video for Bon Iver's song Holoscene.

It is all shot in Iceland,  and it wasn't until we re-watched this video that we realized we had been to all of these places. I didn't believe so many different scenes could all be shot on one small island, but I was mistaken.  The landscape changes so quickly as you travel, it's remarkable.

Cave formed out of the basalt columns.  It was about 50 ft tall.  

Spying our first puffin of the trip. 

Not having started out as early as we would like, it was getting late (though it was still stunningly light out)  and we still had to find some dinner and make our way to our campsite.

We found a restaurant called Sudur Vik, where we squeezed in and had a delicious dinner while watching the final soccer game between Iceland and France. Everyone was very involved in the game - and I heard it said that everyone who lives in Iceland knows at least one of the team members personally.  I wouldn't be surprised it that was true.   Unfortunately, Iceland lost that match, but it was still great to watch it all play out. 

The sun was finally getting a little low on the horizon as we made our way to our first campsite, Pakgil.  The super rocky, twisty, narrow, cliffside road was slow going, and visibility was close to nil as the sun shone right into our eyes most of the drive.  Daniel maneuvered it like a pro, but I am not ashamed to say I was ready to turn back at any moment. 

En route to Pakgil.  Our home for the night was just past the rocky dome in the distance.

So many sheep, everywhere.  Heaven.

When we finally arrived, the sun was still up, but behind the surrounding mountains.  It was dark, but we still explored around a bit.   There was a cave filled with candles for cooking and eating, and a fresh stream that babbled right by our camp spot.  It was beautiful and peaceful, and only 6 other people at the campground.

The next morning, over my morning cup of (instant, but serviceable) coffee, the beauty of the spot really impressed us.

Panorama from our van

If I was to go back, I'd be happy to stay at Pakgil for much longer.  There were lots of hikes that started at this point.  I had a great conversation with an Icelandic woman at the dishwashing station who told me that this is where she vacations for a few weeks every year and just goes hiking from this spot.

The rocks that looked over us as we slept.

Our drive back out to the ring road.  The clouds made the ground look alive.

The rocky ground was alive, after all.

The first few days were already remarkable, and we were only just getting started.

Iceland, Ho!

This summer, Daniel and I went on an adventure, and that adventure took place in Iceland.  On Canada Day, we left the heat and humidity of Southern Ontario for Iceland, a much cooler, and much windier part of the world.

We arrived early in the morning after not sleeping much on the plane.  As soon as we stepped outside the airport, we were greeted with a bracing cool breeze, which woke us up pretty quickly.  A bus took us from the airport to Reykjavík, and I was instantly blown away by the views.  Brown earth piles in weird formations, green mossy hills, rocky oceanside, fissures in the earth erupting steam - that was all in the first few minutes before I finally conked out asleep for the majority of the ride.

A quick 30 minute walk from the bus station to our hotel woke me up again, and after we checked in, we found out we were just in time for breakfast!   Cleaned up and fed, we ventured into the city for exploring. 

We walked the streets for hours, enjoying the sights and sounds that are so similar, yet so different, from what we're used to.  The sun was bright, the wind strong and cold, the views just wonderful. 

A striking mural.  They were everywhere.

Sólfarið, or Sun Voyager, by Jón Gunnar Árnason.

View through the peculiar windows at the Harpa Concert Hall

Statue of Odin, situated on a hill overlooking much of the city.

We found dinner at a fish and chip restaurant, aptly named Icelandic Fish and Chips, that was on a pretty side road by the harbour, and packed full of hungry tourists and locals alike.  It was delicious, with several choices of unique yogurt sauces for the spelt crusted fish and side potatoes and mango salad  We tucked in, and neither of us left a crumb behind.

We stopped at lots of little shops, including the Handknitting Association of Iceland.  There you can find a selection of lopapeysa (Lopi is the type of thick, warm woolen yarn used, and apparently "peyesa" means sweater.  That would mean saying Lopaeyesa sweater  is like saying "wool sweater sweater"). The authentic Lopaeyesa design dates way back to the 1950s (not that long at all) and there is a great article on the Huffington Post about the sweaters.   I didn't pick up a sweater, or even yarn for one... yet.  I had heard rumours of Lopi being sold in grocery stores, and wanted to check it out for myself. 

Our walk back to the hotel on the edge of the city that night was bright and sunny. We walked through a park full of sculptures, and Hólavallagarður, a cemetary that was as full of trees as it was graves.  It was a peaceful, sprawling place.  A nice way to end our first evening in Reykjavík.  

Sleep came easy that night, with the curtains blacking out the midnight sun. We needed to be fresh, as the next day we were hitting the road, and starting our circumnavigation of the island.

Re-Settling in Upper Canada

 After the hustle and bustle of the move back to Ontario, we have been taking things a bit slower.  While it took us a month to pack everything up, it has taken double that to get almost properly settled.

Our new (and old) home base. This is the view off our balcony.

Inside it is warmer, with housewarming roses!

Our new place is great.  We got started right away with putting things together, and without even realizing it - it looks very similar to our last apartment, with some extra square footage.

I've been promising lots of people pictures for a while, so without further ado... welcome to our new place!

At this point, we still have a little bit to do. Dan's office is put together, but not particularly exciting.  There are still some clothes to sort through, and the last few boxes of odds and ends to deal with.  But, all in all - we're home!

I Will Drive 503.6 Miles (or 809km)

Actually, Daniel drove most of it.

At the end of November, we decided to move back to Waterloo, date dependent on when we found someone to take over our lease.  We had a pretty casual attitude about it, we'd find someone sometime between January and July. A week later, much to our surprise we found someone to take over at the first of January. At the beginning of December, Daniel went to Waterloo to find us a new apartment, and a week after that, we had signed a lease and had a moving van booked. 

Since then, things have been a bit of an exciting blur.  We went from being perfectly settled in NJ and leisurely making plans for a Christmas trip to Colorado, to: "We-Are-Moving-Back-To-Canada-In-A-Month-Time-To-Wrap-Up-Everything-Now".  Every night after work, I would take boxes home from work and pack up a few things. First some books, then the games, then some clothes. It was genuinely satisfying to see things tucked away in cardboard.

We had family visitors in mid-December who helped with a bit of packing and made sure we were fed and watered after work every night (and fed and watered well!). We had the first of many mini-Christmas-celebrations with them then.  There were holiday Christmas parties with work, goodbye visits and parties, and as much socializing as could be fit in with the general make-up of our days that were primarily: Work, Pack, Sleep, Repeat. The entirety of December buzzed by.

One of the highlights of December was getting something checked off my New Jersey Bucket List: Seeing a New Jersey Devils game.  It was a last minute invite by some awesome friends.  We got to visit with them and see a super exciting game.  It was a win-win scenario for us.

It was Habs vs. Devils.  It went into overtime and was super exciting.

And then, all of a sudden it was moving day. We had decided to do it all ourselves.  One truck. 2 people. A lot of elbow grease.  It was weird to simultaneously feel like we don't have many belongings (Oh wow!  all of our stuff fits into the back of a truck!) to having too many belongings (oh. wow. Our stuff fills a truck).

Daniel tetris'd all of our stuff perfectly into the back of a truck.

The last night in our empty apartment we were wiped out, asleep by 9:30, sleeping on the floor, just like when we first arrived... Well, not just like - this time we slept on a proper mattress, not camping pads. 

The last few things to get packed up are always so odd.

The next morning, the weather was perfect, and we were off! The border crossing was quick and simple, and it was heartwarming to have the officials welcome us home. As soon as we crossed into Canada, it had started to snow.  It was a perfect welcome home gift... well, until it turned into a proper storm, and we couldn't see the road and realized that u-hauls aren't equipped with snow tires.  Fortunately Dan is a winter driving super hero, and delivered us safely to our overnight spot with Sean and Nicole, just in time for dinner (and it was delicious!)

The next morning, Sean, Dan and I unloaded the truck into our new place, and once again we were struck with how much stuff we have. 

Unpacking is one of my favourite things.

At this point, 95% of the unpacking is done. My goal is to have it done by the time of my next post - that way it will be apartment tour time again!

Princeton was an awesome adventure full of good things and excellent people. It was time for a new adventure. We're happy to be back - it feels like home.