We went glacier hiking yesterday, then drove up a precarious-looking gravel road to check out the cliffs and lighthouse over the beach just outside of Vik. It was freezing and super windy up there, and as you’ll see, the only thing standing between us and certain death were some posts linked together by chains (sometimes just rope) – which were in some places knocked down by the wind. It was so refreshing to have unobstructed, natural views. If we had been in the overprotective States, we would have been back 15 ft on some ugly manmade boardwalk-type thing.
During the glacier tour, our guide told us that mounds of ash that stick up on the glacier are believed to be trolls. Yep, they believe in trolls and elves, and you better believe I do, too, now. If you hug a troll, it is good luck. I said I’d kiss a troll if I would get to see the Northern Lights this week. She said that would be sexual harassment. Ha!
We didn’t do the ice climbing, but we were seriously thinking about it. Does that count?
Below is a troll mound. : )