18.04 A Classic hike to peak of Mount Kristinartindar, arguably our finest. (So who’s arguing?)
Back-pack reaches peak in harsh fog after 3,700 feet ascent, carrier darts from fear. Signed the 'visitors' book and headed down as fast as possible. 'One should take a position,' people say, even if it's on the butt at Skaftafellsjokull. One of tens of pictures taken as we climb alongside the glacier tongue. This country continues to fascinate two happy campers, literally. It strikes us as a land of vivid colors, predominantly, blue and white, green and brown and some black. We’ll touch on the glaciers, rivers, lakes and mountains as we proceed around the country. There are tremendous bodies of water covering the island which is probably why it has to rain so much. We are on the Ring Road, Highway 1, which as the name implies, takes one around Iceland by car. We decided to go the whole way, in a manner of expression, and now find ourselves somewhere on the eastern side after commencing in the southwestern corner. Knowing our sense of directi...