An Icelandic Saga: Hrafntinnusker"I would kill a man for an orange," I thought, as I sat shovelling yet more trail mix into my mouth amid freezing rain and sulphurous...
An Icelandic Saga: Free SoloMy flight from Vancouver to Reykjavik was an overnight job, roughly seven hours from gate to gate. I'd intended to sleep the whole way,...
An Icelandic Saga: Fimmvörðuháls"There are parts of this trail where if you make a mistake, you will die," the warden at the Baldvinsskáli hut told us cheerfully. Then...