Rambling Around

I was one of those little girls who were obsessed with horses. Small toy figures of horses graced the shelves […]

When the first of the people who were to become Icelanders set foot on the shores of this island, they […]

I’m not quite sure why I seem to be writing so many posts about the physical act of camping. It […]

Iceland has proven itself a land of contrasts. Perhaps the most obvious contrast is the weather. What is true, meteorologically […]

I have quite officially dubbed the large swath of countryside surrounding Vik in southern Iceland the “Holy Shit” area of […]

I don’t really know why anyone stays in campgrounds, my campground host whispered conspiratorially to me. What do you mean? […]

One of the pre-journey tasks I always attempt is to read some of the literature written about a country and […]

One of the Icelandic traditions that has most piqued my interest is that of hot-potting. For centuries, Icelanders have used […]

Do Icelandic birds ever stop singing? That was the question I kept asking myself last night as I lay awake […]

I caught up on my Icelandic beer on a noontime stop during a brief rainstorm. Almost as soon as I […]