I’ve been reminiscing about Iceland the past few days.
Here are some memory highlights.
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Adventure is out there!
The landscape took my breath away. Though we had about 5 rainless days the entire summer, I reveled in the magnificent outdoors. I found peace when I was alone, staring out over the windy, wild mountains.
“SUCH AN AMERICAN TOURIST. SHE NEVER PUTS HER CAMERA DOWN.”
Iceland is the world’s 3rd windiest country.
Owing to the wind, Iceland’s only trees are planted. Most of their wood is imported chiefly from Denmark and certainly not wasted on houses. The houses are simple, concrete and steel, tin roofs.
A Very Cold Climate
Sudden removal from a community I took for granted my whole life really put into perspective how spoiled I’ve been. Culture shock was ruthless. My thankfulness for my childhood skyrocketed.
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July
I delivered this calf on Independence Day, 2018. I named her July, and bottle-fed her twice a day for the rest of the month.
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Every evening at 4, the dogs and I would roam the mountainside till we found where the cows grazed. Then it was home to the barn for milking time. I have since forgotten how many times I was kicked or pressed into a wall, or splattered with cow dung while I attempted to herd them all inside.
If you ever get my level of cabin fever:
Buying a one-way ticket to a country over 3k miles away on the edge of the arctic circle where wifi and population are scant will help you recover very quickly. I’m contemplating publishing the journal I kept while I lived there. Your thoughts?
Devin Leigh Snyder 