{"id":1617,"date":"2019-08-24T13:48:06","date_gmt":"2019-08-24T18:48:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/?p=1617"},"modified":"2020-09-18T09:50:52","modified_gmt":"2020-09-18T14:50:52","slug":"iceland-chronicles-2-sleeping-in-wilderness-final-chapter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/2019\/08\/iceland-chronicles-2-sleeping-in-wilderness-final-chapter\/","title":{"rendered":"Iceland Chronicles #2 – Sleeping in Wilderness – Final Chapter"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Day 3 of Iceland<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today was the last day of Northern Iceland. We bid goodbye to Akyrurei and Dettifoss Waterfall, the most powerful waterfall in Europe, accessible by the two-mile walk in the barren, rocky surroundings of the canyon, was our first stop of many. For lunch, we took a detour to the only cafe in a hundred miles of drive west, delivering to us a rustic, photogenic recluse from the maddening crowd. Light lunch and coffee became secondary to imbibing the region\u2019s remoteness.
Midway, the children slept, and the mountains adorned cascading steps, tumbling into lakes and oceans. The camera failed to capture the enigma. At 6 p.m., dinner again proved to be too expensive at Hofn. After the last meal of the day, we stopped at the Hoffesjokul glacier. God blessed us with solitude and the ability to lose the overflowing tourists of Iceland. Only two other couples accompanied our sunset stop.
We scheduled our night at the Brunnsholl Guesthouse, right at the foothill of the glacier. Our entry into the hotel was blocked by cows being ushered into the adjoining field as though foreshadowing our slow descent into a deeper solitude. There\u2019s something about time spent with animals, glaciers, mountains, and the ocean\u2014an unspoken, wordless enigma. Tonight, we left the drapes open. We were tourists, doing things we normally didn\u2019t. Removing the night patches and the darkness of our rooms, we welcomed the sunshine of an Arctic nation with time on vacation slipping from beneath our fingers. It wasn\u2019t so much the destination, we were sad to leave, but each other\u2019s company, a joy of being with people we loved, lacking the stress and strife of a corporate world we worked at.<\/p>\n\n\n\n