#urdartindur

At Melanes in Rauðisandur it happened. "The weather was good, time was right, location was right, and it was the right girl. I asked her to marry me. And she said yes!"

We left the store and drove along the coast. Siberian driftwood lines the shoreline, looking bizarre in a land with few trees. It’s just another mark of how far I feel from the rest of the world.  After a few kilometers, we arrived at an empty Krossnesslaug with just an honesty box for admission.  The four of us enjoyed an end of day drink in the geothermal pool overlooking the dark ocean.

A couple of weeks ago, a few friends and I gathered around a map during dinner. Camilla traced her finger along the Strandir Coast and stopped at Nordurfjordur.  “I’ve never been here.” She thought there were skiable fjords and hot pots so it didn’t take much convincing for Marcus, Mike and I to go there with her. A couple of days later, we packed up, grabbed a topo map, and began to drive.