Here’s the old road to Gerduberg in winter. Bit of a trudge.
And here’s the new one leaving it and passing up into the hills. Bit of a muck fest.
Right, here’s an old track the way to Snaefellsjökull. Bit of a dodge, isn’t it.
And the new one?
It’s so nice, they’ve given it a go at blocking it off! The funny thing here is that the old tracks are human made and the new ones are made by machine. One gives access to humans, at a human pace, with arrival at a form of human identity, and the other gives access to humans riding in machines, at a machine pace, with arrival at a form of machine identity. Some things must, simply enough, be slow. Sometimes you just have to sit down for a half year, or a thousand years, and get the lay of the land on a human scale until you become it. In summer…
… when there’s nowhere to park, and in winter …
… you’ll find yourself on foot.
By car, you’re already thinking of moving on.