A day at Þingvellir.
(Thingvellir.)
It was like a visionquest, the road to Þingvellir. When I arrived at the chasm that separates the North American from the Eurasian plates, I came upon a horde of tourists.
A good percentage of these were eager to head back to their tour bus with their canes and walkers hardly waiting to slap on those oxygen masks.
The chasm expanding, ever opening, pushing apart the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates.
