Clouds over the Pacific

Images from the ISS HD Earth Viewing Experiment 

Hints of fall

Hints of fall

Looking to October

Looking to October

yungtapatio:

feelknower1993:

badbilliejean:

flawlessxqueen:

This is the young man that was walking with Mike Brown,

Must Watch.

Dorian Johnson yall. Confident and clear. Bless him.

Fuck man. /:

My therapist just told me a joke.

timemachineyeah:

So this girl walks up to another girl and says “Hey, have you heard of the Bechdel Test?”

And the other girl says, “Yeah, my boyfriend was telling me about it the other day!”

Reindeer ice in Iceland

Reindeer ice in Iceland

I will always and forever maintain that one of the best sounds in the world is the small ‘POP’ that a mason jar lid makes when it seals

June 18th-19th (Day 1-2): The Very Long Day

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My day started at about 6:30am Pacific Time. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve flown so the dance of getting to and through the airport was well practiced. I hum-drummed my way through the familiar routine. That is, until I was walking down the hallway to get on my plane. It was as if I hadn’t realized what it was I had been planning for a year until right that second, and it hit me like a freight train. 

What in god’s green earth am I doing?? I had done trips without parents or teachers or other such leaders before but never outside the country and never three weeks long. I had done most of the planning, preparing, contacting, and renting so if something went wrong it was going to be my fault. I started counting the ways I swore I didn’t properly research and as we left the ground, it wasn’t the turbulence that turned my stomach. I was going to get us killed. 

The wine I drank on the plane helped though. 

I met my sister in the JFK airport as she had flown in from New Orleans where she had recently graduated from university. She was talking to a guy who asked to see our trip on the map. I opened it up and suddenly I was surrounded by a crowd of interested people. There were geographers and families and individuals just looking to quell their boredom with an adventure. This somehow led me to giving a geologic background of Iceland. I guess I just like being predictable. However, giving the rehearsed spiel to the group helped me remember just how much I did, in fact, know about Iceland. I had done geochemical studies of the island for god’s sake. I had this. 

We were all separated on the plane and it took over an hour to get in the air (something about a pilot mix-up). But the flight went smoothly and we landed in Keflavík on a drizzly Icelandic morning. The hour long shuttle bus ride to Reykjavík will run you about $17 (American dollars) but it’s the only way into the city other than a taxi, rental car, or hitchhiking. 

Reykjavík is a confusing jumble of streets that change names for no apparent reason and buildings that hide behind others and surprisingly unhelpful people. Only after walking up and down Bankastræti with all our luggage about 5 times did we finally find it, tucked behind another business. Nobody who worked on the street had even heard of the bike company. Iceland operates on island time and it took about 3 hours to collect our bikes— finally getting out of the city around 3pm. 

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It rained on us hard through the unmarked maze of bike paths through the city. We got lost a couple times, but we asked our way out of there. We didn’t mind spending time on the bike paths, though, as they were, like the rest of Iceland, beautiful.

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It was also bird breeding season so it was a nice treat to get to see all the babies.

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Just over 20 miles north of Reykjavík is a ~5 mile long tunnel under a fjord that we had planned to take. However, information about it fails to mention that bikes are not allowed in the tunnel, so we had to go the ~30 miles around the fjord. This could not all be done in one day, obviously, but because I had not planned to go into the fjord, I had no idea where to stay. 

The logical conclusion we made in a Dominoes in Mosfellsbær was, of course, to go until we found something. (We ate at a Dominoes as it seems American ‘cuisine’ has permeated into every country in the world, shoving out the local dishes in the process.) 

We turned right at Route 47, looking forlornly back at the signage for the tunnel. By the time we had found something, we had been up and running for going on well over 24 hours.

What we found was Kiðfell.

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Kiðfell is similar to many places in Iceland- it’s a collection of small homes and/or cabins where you can rent anything from a bed for the night to a house for a month. And they’re always in lovely places.

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We spread out our soaking wet stuff to dry, drank some tea, ate some dinner, did some yoga, and crawled our sweet selves into bed.

And at that moment, that bed was the best thing that had ever come into my life. 

A message from daughterjudy


Found you!

I guess that means I found you back?

I was told to publish the story of my bike trip in Iceland

by a guy from Russia we met in Djúpivogur. I liked the idea so I’ll be posting stories and photos from the trip. It was an amazing adventure with some of the most beautiful landscape I had ever seen (and I make a point of traveling to beautiful places so this is no small statement). 

We battled flies, rain, mountain passes, and the winds of hell. But the people we met and the sights we saw were worth the fight. 

So, the story of two sisters biking for three weeks in the land of fire and ice begins with me, getting on a plane, with a heart that was pounding out of my chest… 

Lupine in Iceland

Lupine in Iceland

Icelandic pony loves his post

Icelandic pony loves his post

Iceland

Iceland

Sorry for the huge gap in my tumblr! I’ve been far away from internet for 3 weeks on a bike trip in Iceland! I hope my pictures from it will make up for it!

Sorry for the huge gap in my tumblr! I’ve been far away from internet for 3 weeks on a bike trip in Iceland! I hope my pictures from it will make up for it!