Some lava goes up, some flows and flattens out. It’s one of the mysteries!
If you explore old farm sites in remote areas in Iceland, you will find boulders, set at the boundary of a tun, a house field manured from a barn. This, in Icelandic culture, is a yard, or garden. A pretty special place. With a boulder.
These boulders are all chosen. Many have animal shapes. Many of those are ravens. Some are dwarf stones. Here on the old road up to Vatnjökull from the Fljótsdalur, it’s a raven, which is fitting, because when you walk up the trail, the ravens are watching the whole time, to see if you’re going to tumble down into the gorge and become lunch. it’s best to honour wise creatures like that.
The greatest beach, with the greatest river, on the greatest fjord. This is why Gunnar came home from Europe on the brink of war.
Looking north from the Stapavík-Njarðvík Trail.
Where better to survive the end of the world?