I fulfilled a childhood dream a few weeks ago. I went to Iceland. Somehow the notion of a land where boiling water dances up from the ground while huge ice glaciers cover other parts enchanted me. So my son Miles and I set off for an adventure.
We made sure we saw a glacier up close. And that was the real payoff of the trip because the wind was howling off the frozen snow about 60-70 miles per hour, and it was pouring down rain. I kid you not, I could barely walk the short distance because the wind made me stagger backward with each step. And the blowing rain made sure we were soaked head to toe. Up to then, we had been pretty well prepared, but only an insulated, water proof suit like ice fishermen sometimes wear would have kept us dry or warm. The glacier was so huge! It filled my entire range of vision with blinding, glaring white. I was thrilled!
Hot water also spews up violently from the earth in Iceland. The island is volcanic, with active eruptions every year or so. Remember Eyafjallajökull? When the Vikings arrived in 874 A.D., they quickly discovered many hot springs and geysirs. The main geysir in Iceland today is not as impressive as Yellowstone, but a few still blast off with some regularity.
The center of the island consists of lava mountains and glaciers. No trees, no animals, no towns, no roads for hundreds of miles. The volcanic hot springs and glaciers create rivers, however, and stunning waterfalls. Every thirty miles or so we had to stop for pictures. I’ll talk more about Vikings in another post, so stay tuned, and thanks for reading!