A Life in Norway: February 2011

Snow, wind, rock, water
A stark and stunning landscape
Broke open our hearts

Iceland is a place of magic and inspiration. The scale of the landscape is breathtaking. The angle of light plays upon the land, bringing it to life. It is place steeped in lore, and one's imagination needn't work hard to glimpse evidence of the hidden people. Are those elven footprints in the snow?

We began our exploration on the Keflavik (pronounced Keblavik) Peninsula, home of the international airport and the famous Blue Lagoon. Kari and Doug had arrived early that morning, picked up the rental car, and checked into the Blue Lagoon Hotel for a little nap before picking us up at the airport in the afternoon. The visual landscape was transformed during their slumber from a patina of brilliant green lichen to a contrast of white snow over black lava rock. Our first evening in Iceland began our daily practice of soaking in hot water. The Blue Lagoon with it's lovely outdoor pools surrounded by lava rock was a wonderful beginning.

We spent the next few days exploring the Snæfellsness Peninsula. You can see our route in the map below (thanks to Doug for putting this together). We awoke on our first morning in Grundarfjorder to hostel encased in snow, so the first task of the morning was to shovel the snow off the windows. We wondered if we'd see more than the hostel that day, but decided to try our luck driving further down the peninsula.

Grundarfjorder Hostel on a stormy day

The storm broke, briefly, as we came out to the tip of the peninsula to reveal a black sand beach with waves breaking against the cliffs.

A little further down the road we had a mini-exploration of a lava tube. The storm kicked up again, so it was a nice reprieve from the sideways snow and wind.

We came upon ruins of a homestead and a sculpture commemorating the first European woman (an Icelander) to give birth in the Americas in the 12th century.

The late afternoon brought an amazing angle of light that alit the landscape as we hadn't seen that day. This image is the closest to capturing the vastness of the place and the way people have eeked out a niche to live.

Church and Farm at Sunset, south coast Snæfellsness Peninsula.

In order to keep with our daily soak plan we sought out a local hot pot. We had to sleuth around a bit, but Kari managed to follow some barefoot prints in the snow to the hot pot. Just as Karl got in the water a woman showed up to say it was closed, but then looked at Karl and waved us on asking us to close the gate when we were done.

We headed to Stykkisholmur for the night. This is where the ferry leaves for the western fjords. We had tentatively planned to go there, but the mounting storms gave us pause. We discussed over a great dinner and Brennevin at the only restaurant in town open in the winter (and then only Thurs-Sat), and decided to explore a bit more on the Snæfellsness Pen and then head south for better weather. We stayed at a wonderful guesthouse in Stykkisholmur run by Greta. She treated us to a bottle of wine for shoveling her walkway, and made us an incredible breakfast for Kari's birthday. Perhaps most importantly, she gave us instructions to a prime (and mostly secret) hot pot. More on that in a moment.

Stykkishulmur's Funky New Church

Aiding the aid to navigation: clearing snow from the glass in Stykkishulmur.

Morning light in Stykkishulmur

While in Stykkisholmur we visited the Library of Water, which houses 24 floor-to-ceiling cylinders of water collected from the 24 glaciers in Iceland. It is an austere art instillation with a solemn message: One day this may be the archives of glaciers in Iceland.

Half view through cylinder of glacier water, Library of Water, Stykkisholur.

Library of Water

We then visited Helgafell Holy Mountain just south of Stykkishulmur. It is said that three wishes will be granted when the following rules are followed:
1. Start at the grave of Gudrun Osvisfursdottir (heroine of the Laxdaela Saga, died 1008).
2. Do not speak and do not look back when ascending the holy mountain.
3. Face east while making 3 wishes.
4. The wishes should be made with a pure heart and good intentions, and tell no one what you have wished.

So, we started by looking for Gudrun's grave...

Helgafell Church

Does it say Gudrun d.1008?

We never found the grave marking, but figured our thorough search with good intent would suffice. Then we walked up the holy mountain in silence and faced forward until we reached the top, faced east, and made our wishes. I can say no more. A viewing dial and ruins from a monastery mark the top of Helgafell.

Helgafell Viewing Dial

Doug and Kari atop Helgafell

A visit to a holy mountain is naturally followed by a soak in a hot pot. Next we were on the hunt for Greta's secret hot pot. She said that she only tells tourists about it since they will visit Iceland only once or twice in the lives. We came to spot we found another car parked and wondered how secret it really was. A couple (also tourists) was also searching for this gem of a hot pot. They had read about it in their travel guide. But they only found a large pipe gushing hot water into a shallow and muddy pool. They turned their noses at the hot pot and said it was all ours! Well, this tepid murky pool didn't match Greta's description. Could it be a decoy? We continued to search and as good fortune would have it (or maybe this was one of the wishes atop Helgafell?!?) we found the real hot pot. A round opening in the rock just the size for 4 people. We soaked in bliss, with some sips of Lakka (cloudberry liqueur), and two rare white tailed eagles flying over head.

This marked the highlight of the day. We drove onto the town of Borgarnes to find no restaurants or grocery stores open so we ate dinner at a gas station and stayed in a grungy hotel. We tried to console ourselves by drinking elderberry and gin while playing dominoes...

On our way south from Snæfellsness Peninsula we decided to swing into Reykjavik for a Saturday night out. (Don't worry, on our way to Reykjavik we stopped into a local community hot pot for our daily soak.) We went on a tour of the local brewery and not only enjoyed great beer but also learned about the very interesting history of alcohol in Iceland. For example, did you know that since prohibition in the 1920s beer was only legalized in 1989? Icelanders say their now trying to make up for lost time. We met two Icelanders and a Swede on the beer tour, and went out with them post-tour. Very fun people! Unfortunately, we're like two old married couples and quickly went to bed after dinner. So much for checking out the raging Reykjavik nightlife (which doesn't get rolling until 2am!!!).

Brewery Tour at Olgerdin

Doug, Gundre (from Iceland), and Karl at the brewery tour.

An assortment of alcoholic beverage labels

We did enjoy seeing a little bit of Reykjavik. They have very informative advertisements. For example, if you're on your way to work and forgot how to tie your tie...

Helpful instructional signage in Reykjavik.

We found by accident a famous bakery in Reykjavik the next morning and enjoyed scrumptuous pastries and coffee. No pictures. Really, you don't want to see what we looked like the next morning.

Anyway, we then headed to the south coast of Iceland and the town of Vik. Along the way we stopped a waterfall.

This is a big waterfall, but you can't tell the scale here. Hmmm...

That's better! For scale, you can see Karl walking behind the waterfall.

Somehow a snowball fight broke out!

In the town of Skogar we came upon a treasure house of a folk museum housing old fishing boats and gear, books (from the 1500s), furniture, and various devices used by Icelanders. Here are a couple snapshots.

Fishing boat in Skogar Folk Museum

Cow bladder (yellow sac) used to forecast weather: When it shrinks pressure is rising (clear weather) and when it is full pressure is dropping (stormy weather)

Skogar also is home to Skogarfoss (waterfall), so we decided to check it out. What's so amazing about these waterfalls is their immensity. Again, some photos to give a sense of the scale.

Skogarfoss

Karl and Kari at Skogarfoss

We also hiked up to the top of the waterfall where there are a series of small waterfalls coming down from the glacier. It seemed like a good place for our Patagonia photo shoot.

Patagonia-ites at upper Skogarfoss

We then headed onto Vik, where we were looking forward to our daily soak in the community hot pot. The trolls played a good one on us! The hot pot was closed on Sundays. So was the town's restaurant. We went, heads low, to the gas station for dinner again.

After a great night sleep at the Vik Hostel we caught the early bird soak at the local hot pot. We were in the water by 7:30am! Many of the community hot pots are adjacent to the school, so when we came out from our sunrise soak we found evidence of the kids' commute.