Pooks Canyon

Last Sunday I spent much of the day in Akureyri, writing the last blog post and incinerating pizza ingredients. All that molten cheese must have awakened the volcano gods, as we shall see in a bit.  A teaser. While I was writing, Jon was teaching Axel how to drive. Icelandic gravel roads are probably a good place to learn: they have massive unpopulated stretches, wide visibility, and little to crash into. On top of that, Axel got bonus lessons in how to drive a stick-shift as well as how to drive across rivers. That last bit made me very glad to be back in the living room, writing and eating burnt pepperoni. The next morning we set forth for Reykjavik, the final stop in our Icelandic adventure. Because of logistical snafus, I ended up with a ticket to fly there, while Jon and Axel drove the Dacia Duster all the way back. On the way they played six disc golf courses, leaving at 9 am and not getting to Reykjavik until 10 pm. I had a much different itinerary. At 10 am I strapped on my bac

 It seems like forever since I last blogged, and apparently we have taken over 150 pictures that I want to put in this post. In reality, only seven days have elapsed. But when one factors in each day having 20 hours of solid daylight I suppose it adds up. If I were writing for a paying audience I would edit the last week into something concise and entertaining, but then I would have to leave stuff out. I do not want to leave anything out. I want to write it all down so my future self (hi future self) can scroll through and reminisce. Buckle up, this is going to be a long one. Day Zero: Last Sunday we left Hvolsvöllur to go to Borgarnes. On the way we did a bunch of stuff I mentioned in my last post, including accidentally losing two of our frisbee golf discs off of a small mountain. Jon shared these photos with me after I had already posted about it, so, as if we did not have enough content from this week, here are two bonus photos from last Sunday. Picnicking off of our doomed frisbe