day ten had me trekking up the mountains, the first actual mountains i’ve ridden here in Iceland. much of the riding has been on technical rocky up and down which felt like climbing all day long, but day ten really was climbing. the first stretch up out of the river bed i had to push pull the bike, then i could ride up up, until i hit the snow. the top crust was melty-kiss and uphill was impossible to ride, note the tire tracks with accompanying footprints, following a horse trail and litttle heaps of dung.
at the top, the emergency shelter was my home for the evening, so nice nice. next morning gorgeous sunshine, but clouds below crept up the mount, and became fog. descending, i could ride the snow, until i had the first total fall of the trip, laughing, ‘plunk! slooooooosh!’ sliding in the snow!
such a gorgeous place, surrounded by rocky outcrops, glaciers as a backdrop, snowbanks and little streams rushing from under the snow…that’s the sketchiest, snow what covers rivers…skidding, sliding on the bike, down down, until i hit the rocks and dirt, and a fast, technical descent.
from the snows, through the clouds, into green pastures, following roaring, rushing streams, gathering to a fullblown river, down into the valley…and i achieved, something special: i became, more of myself, realizing a dream drawn up looking at satellite images. a life on land born of pictures from outer space.
this place, this space, this bike, this ride…all completely Awesome
next morning coming down out of the clouds