On June 15th we were making our way back to Reykjavik from Akureyri [more on both towns to come];  at the halfway point we came across these great rock people. We knew we were halfway because the signs told us so…

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I’d asked Ragga about the rock people, and she said they were at the side of the road to make people aware of the small town of Hvammstangi, which was 6km down the road. We didn’t make it down to the town, (which is most densely populated area in the Húnaþing County, with population of about 580 people), so I guess the town will have to be on my list of things to see the next time I get to Iceland.

Anyways, a huge part of our excellent road trip was the boys; there wasn’t one time during the entire road trip that I wasn’t thankful that they were with us. They were funny, they were fun, and they were full of endless energy. Yup, you could say I miss them.

And while we, as adults, would look at the rock people, perhaps smile and say ‘how cute’ … the boys knew exactly what to do….

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It was a bit of a trek, but we made our way to the swimming pool close to where Eyjafjallajökull erupted on April 3rd, 2010.

What struck me most during the walk was the greyish-black landscape. There was inches of lava dust on the ground with ever resilient plant life pushing themselves through the dust. At times during the walk I was awestruck by the sheer magnetude of the devistation of the eruption; but amazed at how quickly the plant live was rebounding.

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Walking to the pool … notice the mountain in the background fully covered in lava dust.

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Water from the glacier above is collected here….

[when you double click on this, you can see the just how much lava dust is sitting on the pipes & ground]

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…and runs through pipes into the pool

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The Pool

To see what this area looked like before the eruption, go to

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Not at all daunted by the signage that declared the pool closed, the boys changed into their swimsuits and went for a dip.

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Walking back

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Bird tracks in the lava dust

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We drove through the Highlands of Iceland where the beautiful Mt. Herdubreid is located. It’s on the Oskjuleið Route is a 1682m high table mountain.

It is the national mountain of Iceland and often called the “Queen of Icelandic mountains” — it is beautiful and majestic…

These are the views of the “Queen” and its surrounding area, as well as an image of Egill Ar building a structure with rocks.

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Queen of the Islandic Mountains pinned on map

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So … we are in the middle of nowhere … well, nowhere by my standards. Ragga slowly begins to pull over to the side of the road; I’m figuring there must be another excellent natural landscape ahead that she’d like me to see, and then I began to feel the car bumping along. A flat tire??…really??

Now, for those who know me, know that my ‘automobile’ education includes only that the gas station attendant checks the oil and tire pressure, and the garage down the road takes care of the rest. To say I’m a total dud when it comes to cars would be an understatement. I asked about BCAA [or rather, the Icelandic version] and Ragga just looked at me like I was from another planet — she rolled up her sleeves and grabbed the spare from the trunk.

We were seriously ‘out there’ and not many cars were passing by – all I could to help was give Ragga words of encouragement. After a lot of trying to get the jack to lift the car, she finally asked me for help — albeit only to let her know when a car was approaching so she could stop it and perhaps get some assistance.

She flagged down a couple from Belgium and the husband changed the tire. Egill Ar appeared to want to help, while Brynjar Leó and I felt it would be most useful if we just didn’t get in the way.

Ragga called her husband in Reykjavik who found a tire repair store in the next town where the owner would come down and open the shop and put on a new tire. The incredible part was that it was late Sunday afternoon – Iceland and Icelandic people just continued to amaze me with their hospitality and generosity.

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©2010 Adriana Durian Photography

©2010 Adriana Durian Photography

©2010 Adriana Durian Photography

©2010 Adriana Durian Photography