cheers to a lovely set of adventures and those I’ve been lucky to share them with.
Not a bad place to call it for the night when you get to stay in Seydisfjordur for the evening. @ant.obe and I spent a magical few days cruising across landscapes I had literally only dreamt of, and even those dreams fell short of what it was we actually got to see.
We knew we were late to check in for our guesthouse, but also knew there weren’t many options for finding food in this minuscule town at that hour, so we stopped beforehand and grabbed what felt like the first real meal in days. After crossing a massive mountain pass and hoping our little jimmy would make it, Anthony and I regained stoke on a whole different level - a waterfall and landscape we’d known was in the region but actually failed to locate was just around the bend and, somehow, we had the best light of the entire trip near midnight. After multiple frantic missed phone calls from our lovely hosts, raced our asses off to reclaim our room for the night.
Nord Marina Guesthouse left such a simple note, but one that has stuck with me on a whole new level. They somehow trusted two stupid americans on a journey across an island because we attempted to communicate (we called earlier with an extremely broken english conversation, to which we both figured the message did not get through that we’d be late) and somehow home was not so far away.
I doubt you’ve read this much, but regardless, it was such a lovely feeling knowing we were truly at home in a land so foreign and early into our trip that we had fully regained the stoke that even brought about the excursion. Go travel, go see things, go be dumb and find your way.
with each and every adventure, it all seems to get a little bit more lovely. I’d be lying if I said this hasn’t been the best year of adventures yet, and for that, I thank you.
Something about seeing all these layers and the magnitude of a purely ice landscape had me asking a lot of questions.
Currently really fascinated by this period of personal instability and I have a lot of questions about what I’m doing.
I’m also along for the ride, so let’s see where we go 🤘🏼
I’m about to get real cheesy on you.
Life’s full of those fun twists and turns and I usually don’t know they’re fun until it all starts unfolding. I feel so anxious about big changes and the big bends in the road that I can’t yet see around. Maybe I get around the bend or over the hump and it’s a horrifying sight - better yet, it’s a whole new path and set of adventures. Maybe it’s home.
Tomorrow I start a new adventure. Hopefully not a brief one like I would consider this summer’s trips. My truck is packed, this time not for a two week camping trip or a journey over seas, but filled with all the things I own to find and establish a new home.
I have a direction and a deep desire to move forward- North, rather. There’s no ultimate ‘right’ answer, but I sure won’t figure out if it’s right for me unless I go and try it.
Tomorrow morning, I say a brief goodbye to California and begin something I’ve wished for, and it’s been a long time coming.
Even deep into the summer months, parts of the glacier remain. Not nearly as much as decades past, which is a horrifying notion.
As the saying goes, you only get to see just the tips of these icebergs. It’s estimated that only 10% of the entire piece is shown above the water line, leaving me to wonder how extraordinary the underwater views must be.
That’s only if you’re brave enough to enter this frozen water.
We waited and waited for the possibility of a colorful midnight sunset - and it never came.
After a full day of sightseeing, hiking, and of course taking a crap load of photos, we had this location in mind for our sunset location if we got the chance. Though the lighting conditions didn’t turn out to be exactly as we had hoped, it was pretty neat to visit a location I’d heard and seen so much of.