Contemporary Petroglyphs

Looking for Rocks in Stöðvarfjörður

Upon arrival in Stöðvarfjörður, I immediately set upon finding rocks to carve. There was one just east of town that they used to shatter for gravel. There was one out by the point, but that is the protected Harp Rock. I found a beautiful vein running from the road to the water, but I learned those beauties are on private property. We pitched the landowners, all 13 of them, but those rocks are probably non-starters.

So, Saturday, I set out again on the ‘land of many owners’ which is controlled by the municipality. The rock are not a big or smooth as the rocks of the 13 Owners, but they will do nicely. I hiked, photographed, and plotted on the map. The photos below are some of the options that I requested a permit from the Municipality. Fingers are crossed while I bide my time in idleness.

Petroglyph rock — HIking around looking for rocks.

Rock art — Saturday spent looking for potential sites for a petroglgyph

#RockArt #Hiking #Petroglyphs

A Flight to Egilsstaðir Pool

After the snow closed the road back to Egilsstaðir and my residency, I flew back from Reykjavik. It was a clear day, and the most beautiful flight ever. The view stretched from the Akureyri to Hofn, over the gate of hell, and past a tremendous dam.

From the airport I hiked across the fields into Egilsstaðir where I heard they had a lovely pool, and I was not disappointed. Iceland’s outdoor wintertime pools are the best. Egilsstaðir has a 25M lap pool, a 37-40 degree hot tub, a 39-42 hot tub, and a 37 degree shallow pool, and a 10 degree cold plunge in a wooden barrel. There was a sauna, but I did not explore it.

Natural mineral hot springs are a hobby of mine, but the civic pools of Iceland are a treasure, and they eclipse the wild pools of the New Mexico, California, and Colorado.

Rvk->Egil — The turbo prop which brought me home from Reykjavik. It was the most beautiful and exciting flight ever.

#Soaking #HotTubs #StodvarCreativeCenter

The Winter Cyclist

This cyclist ascending the freshly opened road between Reyðarfjörður and Egilsstaðir. We traversed it a few days before, and it was rough going. What this cyclist does not know is that the 8 foot drifts have left a kilometer of ice and slush that runs six inches thick.