Bíldudalur, Iceland. Vestfirðir (Western fjords)
Today, we had eggs for breakfast... As opposed to bread, bread, bread, butter, jam, and cheese. It was pretty nice.
After breakfast, we split into two groups. A cohort of us went with Ranson behind the hostel in search of a good hike. Another group departed with Suresh to spot a whale or two along the coast.
In search of the trail, we stumbled across a hut in which there was a generator powered by a stream flowing through.
With the help of information signs and directions from a local, we headed in the right direction up the road. The hike was more taxing than expected. We traversed mounds of lose, broken rock covered by lichen and moss. The view from the top graced the steep cliffs formed by the glacier as well as a meandering stream.
During the hike, we had two moments of silence. On top of the mountain, I found a nice mossy spot to rest and nearly fell asleep. The silence reminded me of my three months in New Mexico. It made me nostalgic and reminded how quiet it could be there, in Hermosa, even though we sometimes were at 20 people capacity. At times, I find myself missing the group awareness and greater understanding/ appreciation for ecology/animals found in that cohort.
On the way back, I found the 8 th Icelandic cat. Unfortunately, we did not get to visit the sea monster museum.
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