How I Plan My Hikes (Finding trails and creating a new long-distance route)
This post is to help hikers who want to explore the wild for weeks or months, but don’t want to stick to the official long-distance
This post is to help hikers who want to explore the wild for weeks or months, but don’t want to stick to the official long-distance
Trying to figure out what to pack for Iceland? This is my hiking gear list for a 2,500 km trek around the country and includes everything to keep you safe and warm…
Everything you ever wanted to know about (wild) camping in Iceland! A guide to campgrounds and amenities and stories about camping wild!
Do you want to know what it’s like to hike around Iceland’s ring road twice? I thought I’d put together a Q&A post to answer what’s it really like to walk 2,500 km around a country that is notorious for being icy cold and always wet…
Goðafoss, Waterfall of the Gods. Water cascaded down black rock, a solid force dedicated to that which is all encompassing. It was the end of my journey…
I had envisioned a sumptuous paradise for the trail but as per usual, I was wrong. There was only rock. This time, the difference was that the rocks were big. Very big…
I was headed to Askja. A milky blue crater lake quite far into the Highlands, a true moonscape where NASA astronauts go to train…
The East Fjords was one of the areas I had been looking forward to exploring from the start…
I was standing on a high plateau, overlooking the fjord and the mountain range on the other side, the peaks rigid and high, awe-inspiring and haunting, glaring down at me..
Snæfell was still wrapped in a ring of mist when I woke…
I had never hiked anywhere in the world without a trail, especially in such a remote area with little other hikers, so I was sensibly nervous about it…
I’d been in Iceland for a month and a half. I experienced rain, sun, wind and storm, and I was about to enter hell. With a capital H. Hell.
For the very first and only time, I felt utterly relaxed and at ease, just wandering around and enjoying my surroundings…
Whenever I read about the valley of Þórsmörk, it was always described as a lush, green haven, alluding to some sort of unparalleled Icelandic beauty…
Landmannalaugar revealed itself to me like something of a wonderland, rhyolite mountains in green, pink and yellow and pathways through volcanic debris as though a gateway to Mordor…
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