Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things.
Onward to Vik
Ocean fog rolls over the landscape as I get going. I spot what appears to be an abandoned barn with a herd of Icelandic horses around it. I stop to soak in the morning. I look down for a spell and when I look back up, the horses have all come closer to check me out. Curious creatures they are.
A small hill with tall grasses has a trail that cuts straight up the hillside. I’m inexplicably pulled towards this trail, wanting to see what is on the other side. I climb up and am treated with a magical view of the mighty glacier on one side, with a river carving through the valley towards the ocean. Birds are migrating, the only creatures making a sound, other than my own breathing.
The mighty glacier continues as I make my way along the Ring Road. The way it has carved the mountains is truly something to behold. Many times throughout my journey today I find myself pulling off the side of the road and just walking out into fields just to feel the presence of such beauty. I calm my mind and let all thoughts go into the wind. I just want to be in the moment.
The landscape changes dramatically into what I would call tundra desert. Glacial ice can still be seen filling the spaces between mountains, but the fields of lush grasses are replaced with volcanic rock. I wander out into this like a magnet going to True North. I’m being guided by a higher force, a vortex of power pulling me towards something bigger….
As I get closer to the the town of Vik, my final destination of this leg, the landscape turns back to Icelandic green. I see boys going fly fishing, couples having quiet picnics in the undisturbed wilderness, sheep grazing on hillsides that create picturesque scenes.
I arrive to my hotel just outside of the village of Vik. I unload my gear and go for a walk along the gravel road, just to soak in as much beauty as I can.