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Wild Golf

Right. So maybe you see some tractor ruts. That’s tourist thinking, eh.

This is a city in the West Fjords. Yes, that’s the way they look out here. But, more than that…. this is the þingeyri golf course. Yeah, yeah, in Canada where I live, golf is a gentrified sport, reducing indigenous and agricultural land to suntans and beer. In Iceland, it’s a bit different. I like that. A lot.

Note the amenities. Mowing crew.

Spotters. Lookie-loos.

Water trap.

Clubhouse. Air conditioned.

Volcanic grunge. Very challenging.

9 holes, par 78. Watch that ankle. Here’s the first aid team. 

Lumpy bits. But lovely.

Really lumpy.

Real lovely. A bit soggy in bits.

But a great city view.

 

Lose your heart in the West Fjords. You won’t regret it. Fore!

The West Fjords Separate

Welcome to Iceland. That’s the West Fjords on the upper left. There’s more blue there than in most of the rest of the world put together.

See? Very blue indeed.
Well, blue or not, it’s separating, due by the looks of it to forces that are stretching the country out of shape. Here’s an aerial map I found in Skutustaðir.

Must have fallen out of the door of þor’s 4×4.