A Rainy Night

Rain drops may fall, but the geothermal pools are just as inviting. This evening we explored Grafarvogslaug, a terrific pool with a screaming slide and fun for the full crew.

Vatnjökull

After a pleasant night of sleeping at the Skaftafell campsite, we extended our adventure with a hike to Skaftafellsjökull, one of the arms of the great glacier of Iceland.

Jökulhlaup

Thankfully we weren't on the old bridge!

Reykjavík Murals

We have been reminded time and time again of the artistic flare of the Icelandic people. Here is a celebration at your back.

Platform Nine and Three-quarters

Images of witches and wizards danced in mind as I boarded my train on Platform 10. Wonder if anyone passed unoticed between the platforms.

A Blast at the Perlan

Our littlest one loved the geysir most of all. Up up up! The older boys enjoyed a final show from the comfort of the basement.

Windy Windy Valley

Literally in the middle of nowhere, on a once paved, now unpaved road, we settled down for a sleep in a true valhalla. To protect our tent took some ingenuity as the meager 20 cm stakes were traded out for croquet mallets!

A Mountain Lake at Snæfellsnes

Here we experienced tranquility with the company of swans.

KR

Here's to the black and white! Our local soccer club is waging battle against their arch rival today. Go KR!

Friday Night Lights

The sun is still up and the main square is just the place to enjoy soft serve cones, brotherly love, and the entertaining antics of the local skateboarders.

Seltjarnarnes

Evening sunsets are slow and melodic between the coasts of this sliver of land jutting out toward the Atlantic.  We consider ourselves lucky to live in its shadows.

Iceland Times

Growing up amidst the city streets of Reykjavík and smiling at the opportunities.

At the Langá

Our vikings wait for mama - the ace angler who just landed a 63cm salmon.

Run to the Vík

The prospect of a late sunset makes us all run through the hills with thoughts of sun kissed waters on the horizon.

Swinging

You met the challenge. You have conquered the swing.

Not Without Conflict

We are here in a historic time. The fact that Iceland has indebted the unborn generations to come has not gone unnoticed.

Cereal in a Cave

Þakgil. A tough name to pronounce, but a wonder of nature conceived. Despite the adventures toiled on its 14k of mountainous roads, we enjoyed the jagged peaks around us, the midnight seranade of icelandic melodies and perhaps most of all - breakfast in a cave. Now hopefully we can make it out of here on our spare tire!

Nico's Sit Spot

Sometimes it is good to be alone and think.

Trailhead 8

Our new tent is up and in effect. We are safely settled in at the Hamrar campsite just up the road from Akureyri. We are anticipating little sleep on this the shortest night of the year. We are just 1 degree and 21 minutes away from the arctic circle and are itching to soak ourselves in dew at 05.45 gmt tomorrow morning. Abrazos al sol!

On the road to Akureyri

After our 350 km drive from Reykjavík, we understand much better the legends of dragons, trolls and giants. The sinewy mountains, ridges and fjords need little imagination to bring them alive amidst the flowing waters and fields of green.