Sure, I could complain. This is summer, after all. Shouldn’t I be experiencing warm weather? I remember Alaska many years ago. Then Patagonia. I may feel frustrated, and wince about the cold and wet weather, but that’s in a brief moment. As I ride this wonderful island, I feel I’m overdosing on scenery and raw rugged beauty. At least when the rain lets up, I feel comfortable enough to stop, grab a moment and my camera to take in the scene around me.
Husavik is my next destination and a couple fjords down the road. I like that, a couple fjords. Yet it’s true. And as I wind around these fjords I could commit cliché, something about my breath. But I’ll just post a few pictures and let the photos tell the story for this post.