I spent two weeks in Iceland. Not for beaches, comfort, or experiences of the epicurean variety - but for a breath-taking, life-affirming, and soul-enriching escape. To feel small in this huge world and to leave behind the things that keep us distracted back at home.
There are some places our imagination can never construct for us. That’s Iceland.
Hallgrímskirkja is a lutheran church in the center of downtown Reykjavík. Its architecture is insane to witness first-hand. The entire structure is made of poured concrete and took about forty years to build. It’s one of the tallest, and definitely most recognizable structures in Reykjavík, and as a result, became our dependable landmark while we were learning our way around the city.
Roasting and crafting coffee has been a passion of ours for years. It was only fitting that we spent time searching for the best coffee we could find. After a few misses, we finally stumbled upon Reykjavík Roasters. Outfitted and equipped with a proper roaster, truly genuine baristas, and a vinyl of Bon Iver, this place won us over and became our main hangout for the handful of days we stayed in the city.
This little guy became our hiking companion for an afternoon. We’re not sure where he came from or where he left to, but we were thankful for the time he spent with us.
We heart dogs.
It was dark, raining, and we just finished driving through some of the most blizzard-like conditions imaginable by the time we pulled into the small fishing town of Reyðarfjörður. Up until this point, we camped wherever we found open space. That included camping on snow for two days. Our spirits were high, but our bodies were spent. We decided to splurge on a hostel, and because of the friendship we started with Günter during our stay, it ended up becoming the best money we spent of the entire trip.
Jökulsárlón was almost other worldy in its appearance. We did our best to capture it, but it’s simply too big and epic to be constrained in a 2D world. We camped on the shores that night and were oft awakened by the splitting, churning, cracking, and flipping of massive icebergs. It was an incredible experience. It was also cold. Coffee kept us warm.
Two of our best buds, Josh and Zach, went to Iceland a few years ago and brought back with them photos and tales of an old plane wreck. We made it our quest to hunt down the same wreck and photograph it ourselves. Many hours in the months leading up to the trip were spent on Google Earth looking for the wreck. It was finally found and we had our bearings. After a few hours walking on these lonely black sand beaches, we could see the faint image of an aluminum tube.