Tuesday Sept 20
" Decend into the crater of Snaefells...before the kalends of July, audacious traveler, and you will reach the center of the earth. I did it." So begins Jules Verne's "Journey to the Center of the Earth", my favorite Saturday morning movie as a kid. Verne immortalized Snaefellsjökull as a mystical vortex, so it is fitting that there is a monument to him here, complete with signpost to various locations - through the center of the earth. We had some fun playing here......
We explored Rauòfeldsgjá, a steep, narrow cleft, like a slot canyon, disappearing into the side of the mountain. Supposedly it is where Bárdur tossed his nephew, who had pushed Bárdur's daughter onto an iceberg, never to be seen again. It is possible to skinny up the cleft, holding on to the sides and pulling up; but, not too far in, it just got too steep for me. I loved the lush, protected coolness.
I say goodby the Snaefellsnes Peninsula with two favorite images, the Hellnar church and the crashing waves.
On to the Baldur Ferry at Stykkishólmur, which takes us across Breidafjördur to the Westfjords. It has been a rather gray, rainy day, but not bad for traveling and writing.
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