to Iceland in July of 1996. Well, plain enough, I didn't know anyone that had been here,
I had at least a passing interest in viking stuff, and I was always interested in the far
north (even if Iceland isn't really in the arctic). It also was a good time for an adventure.
I'd been a good little worker boy for too long. And I'd been thinking about all those
lengthy climbing trips I'd made back when I was fumbling my way through college.
Anyways, I did it by bicycle and I had a great time. Have a look....
