Monthly Archives: September 2018

We got off our plane and picked up our oddly snazzy rental car and took off to Thingvellir national park and world heritage site. Thingvellir is an interesting collection of natural and historic landmarks. It’s ground zero for the mid-Atlantic tectonic ridge. The whole place screams ’geologic transitions’ in play. Big hunks of crust areContinue reading “Iceland – Thingvellir”

We arrived at the Isafjordur regional airport for our flight to Reykjavík and found that it had been delayed. “Weather?” I asked. “No!”, he scoffed, “Never weather! The flight crew had to work late last night so they said they would not be able to work until they had slept” Oh. So we killed time,Continue reading “Iceland – regional flight out of Wesfjords”

I spoused along on Kaety’s conference concluding dinner. We boarded a giant bus at 6:30 which launched with the oddly ominous announcement from the bus driver, “Our separation will be short. We will reunite in 25km” We were headed to Suðureyri, and the Fisherman’s Trail. I had to look twice and make sure it didn’tContinue reading “Iceland – the Fisherman Trail conference dinner”

We made a run at the Dynjandi waterfall this afternoon. I picked Kaety up from her last conference session and we ventured into the long single lane tunnel towards the waterfall. It was supposedly only 24 miles away, but the torrential rain, and poor visibility made the journey much longer. The weather was shifting radicallyContinue reading “Iceland – our run at Dynjandi”

I see Greenland! It’s right where the rainbow touches down. Cool!

As I drove from town to little town I noticed these cod drying houses. Some communities had many locked drying houses scattered all over the hillsides, and other communities had large open structures that look almost like range fencing for drying. I’m sure there’s a story…

Isafjordur is a small enough town that when Kaety went to book a room for the conference everything in the traditional hotel realm was full…so we found a room in one of two boarding houses. Our boarding house was called The GentleSpace, which for some reason cracked us up, “Kaety, the GentleSpace doesn’t like dirtyContinue reading “Iceland – The shared bathroom in the GentleSpace”

We tried to go somewhere else, but when you are convinced you’ve had one of your top 5 best food experiences in your life, you pretty much go back for more. We plopped down at Tjöruhúsið (AKA “The fish Resturaunt”) and awaited another culinary delight. The menu was completely different – Spotted catfish (ocean going),Continue reading “Iceland – More Tjöruhúsið”

I have a big blue square that supposedly can solve any weird adaptive world plug problem I’ll ever have. Except that it has to be precariously propped up or it will fall out of the wall. It’s a bummer that I have to build adaptive solutions for my adaptive solution.

Most days in the Westfjords of Iceland involve some sun, some fog, some driving rain, some wind, and a lot of coldness. Yesterday Kaety mused, “How does paint ever dry around here?”, we turned the corner and saw bed sheets hung out to dry. I laughed.