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Von and the White Crayon


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Holy snow, Batman! We had another good day of driving across the northern coast of Iceland today and the snow wasn't going to let us off easy! It put our Colorado (Idaho!) skills to the test! There was nothing to be seen but white - everywhere! The roads connected to the mountains which connected to the skies and it was all one gargantuan white crayon. Oddly enough, there were no towns to be found and on occasion we passed a village or two, but that simply meant that there was likely a harbor, a couple of boats, and a gas station. A supermarket and a coffee shop were asking a bit much. It was almost as if we'd gone on the other side of the wall in Game of Thrones... I could have told you by the color of the people's eyes - if we saw any - but we didn't! It was incredibly remote and very vast.

We went through a couple of long single-lane tunnels that blazed straight through our Matterhorn mountains and made for a Hollywood experience. They had pull-offs inside every quarter of a mile or so, you know, for that life or death moment when you come face-to-face with another car and need to make a decision. They were also well-equipped with phones and fire extinguishers at each stop, just in case. It felt like a James Bond movie... Luke racing through the inside of a mountain trying not to hit another car, me (his luscious Bond babe doing the babe thing which was) squealing with my eyes shut and telling him to slow down before he kills all his precious cargo (kids - not a million dollars or jewels). Look out, Hollywood, coming in hot!

If you've been with us on other trips and read our blogs, you know that our cars and their GPS systems develop personalities. Remember He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named from Italy that tried to kill Luke in Tuscany by taking him down the wrong way in a one way? We had been searching for a name for this GPS and Luke kept tossing out ideas, including 'Cynthia!' as he was scolding our naughty GPS for lying to him about directions. I scolded him right back for using my mother's name in vain and he quickly changed it to 'Synthia With an S' and the name was settled.

We booked a cottage at the Vogafjos Farmhouse where the kids met their friend Von, a large dairy cow, while we were out in the barn for milking time. I'll have to admit that the Boise boy (that I tease about being all city) could speak up, down, and sideways about how to milk a cow while it took me a minute to settle into the smell and sit amongst our mooing friends without throwing up in my mouth. I'm just a mountain girl - not a country girl!

We took off as the sun was disappearing and spent our night in the aqua blue waters and black lava rock of the natural Myvatn Baths tucked up against the crater. It was 30 degrees outside with one star in the sky and the water was like a cozy blanket. This is my happy place.

Posted by akgearhard 12:48 Archived in Iceland

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