Chris and Mark atĀ Ćingvellir
The last film photo I took, the night before we drove back to ReykjavĆk and made our way home to the States. That night we drove toĀ ĆlfĆŗljĆ³tsvatnĀ and set up camp. On the way we got out of our car to take in a full double rainbow (what does it mean?!) that took formation the closer we got to our destination.Ā
The campground was another story. We tried to pay for our stay but the ranger was nowhere to be found. This didnāt strike us as totally odd as we were used to going somewhere, no officials being around, and then later that night a ranger popping out of the shadows to collect payment... But the grounds as a whole were completely deserted despite having recent evidence of people having been there. Everything from the light in the rangerās office being on, right down to a pair of Converse next to the door to the womenās bathroom.Ā
At one point, long after the creepy vibes had crawled in, Chris came back to our tent and told me,Ā āJust so you know... I moved the Converse and put them straight against the wall.ā Even with that knowledge, it still gave me the willies every time I walked by those previously haphazardly scattered shoes, now perfectly straightened along the wall.Ā
Later, Chris and Mark went out looking for people and found a shed with a long hallway. The door was open and they heard staticky whispers deep in the shed, like someone was talking on a radio. Chris stepped inside, yelled āHELLOā and it went quiet.Ā
Then we found a tiny rock in the bushes with huldufĆ³lkĀ carved into it and after thatĀ I didnāt leave the tent. I didnāt go to the bathroom after dinner, didnāt brush my teeth or even go pee in the bushes. Just packed it up in my sleeping bag and called it a night. The boys hung out in front of our tent, finishing off their bottles of booze that we wouldnāt be able to take on the plane ride home the next day. At one point they drank everything, peered over to my bottle of Beefeater and thatās when I heard a,Ā āKiiiiim? Can we have some of your Beeeeefeaterrrrr?ā Gladly. I was not about to get drunk at Camp Crystal Lake.Ā
We all had the wackiest dreams and worst nightās sleep. I had faint memories of people approaching our tent, and visions of lights flashing around our tent as we slept inside. The next morning we woke up, ready to drive back to ReykjavĆk and catch our flight home... and we had a flat tire.
Thanks for the awesome send off, Iceland. I miss you already. <3Ā
