Solar Voyager sculpture at Reykjavik Harbor.
4 March, 2015
Welcome to Reykjavik. After a gray Monday and gorgeous blue skies on Tuesday, today brings what they say is typical, rugged and blustery Icelandic winter weather. I have taken this as an opportunity to sleep and enjoy coffee and the view of the rooftops from the hotel breakfast room.
I am light on the words today, perhaps they are all gone in this cold wind. I wrote for a minute on the airplane, and now here midweek. There are pictures from the flight, and from the “Game of Thrones” location tour I took. This is but the start of a four weeks journey, so I’m sure as the days pass, I will again find my voice.
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The view from 31 A
Bouncing through the sky six miles above the plains of western Wisconsin, the sun begins to slip behind the horizon. This flight to Reykjavik is the start of a months’ journey through a land of Ice and Fire to the Scottish Highlands and the seat of my heart.
With the setting sun, the American border falls behind and the IcelandAir 757 named Grabrok sails into Canadian airspace and the darkness of night. The flight will take us across Manitoba, Hudson Bay, Newfoundland and southern Greenland before crossing a stretch of the North Atlantic to land at Keflavik International in Iceland.
I am entering this journey with no itinerary, no agenda. I have ideas of where I would like to go, places I want to visit, but mostly this journey is more of one within myself away from the distractions of home. There is change coming this year, and events in the dark of winter brought a great catalyst. I don’t know what I will learn, what I will find, what this time out in the world will unlock within me. I do know that it is not outside of me, the problems and the answers both are within.
I venture into the unknown this time to expand my boundaries and knowledge of the world I live in, and those within myself. This is not a new journey; just a new chapter. Doors have closed, somewhere a window is open, and the journey continues.
I have a small stowaway.
At DIA, Grabrok being pulled to the gate for departure preparations.
Jerry is excited to go!
Four hours in, three and a half to go . . .
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Game of Thrones Revisited tour. An afternoon to a location in Thingvellir National Park and the Stong Viking Farm.
At Thingvellir, the passage used for the path to the Aerie and the Bloody Gate
Path to the Bloody Gate.
Winter is here.
Reconstructed Viking farm. Information can be found here: http://www.thjodveldisbaer.is/en
The Grey Line bus. Not all wheel drive, but a beast none the less.
A few shots from the road —
Volcano Hekla with the near full moon.
My room at Centerhotel Skjaldbreid.
Until next time.
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