I have failed. I have not finished the online story of the last time we went to Iceland, before we’re going again. Even though it was getting a bit ridiculous to travelogue a trip we did two years ago, it was a mission I was determined to accomplish. We have such great pictures and adventures from 2010. I’m gonna let it go, though. Oh well. I don’t finish all my projects, I guess.
Although my brother and I were smitten with Iceland the first time and planned to go again in 2012, time trundled right along and 2012 showed up without us having produced any concrete plans, like tickets. The pressure built; if we’re going to go, we have to start making it real… Then all this unexpected upheaval happened, which made Iceland recede into the distance and off the priority list so the likelihood waxed and waned. Just when we’re getting back on our feet, H.W. and I got some welcome fall work that lands right when it would be ideal to be in Iceland. So it seemed to be on the outer edge of possibility.
I wanted the relief of saying, Oh, let’s just go next year, but when I thought about waiting until next year, I got a knot of sadness in my chest. Besides, if things go according to our plan B or C, we’ll have animals and gardens to care for, so now is the time to travel. Even though it’s neither ideal timing nor convenient, I figured I’d rather just go while the going was possible. My brother concurred, H.W. shrugged (he doesn’t know what there is to get excited about yet), and so we’re going. It’s on!
Just when I surrendered all planning, because nothing, ever, at all, went according to plans, the probability field seemed to tighten up and now plans seem to be working again. We get things done, less falls through, it’s safer to have an expectation… I think it’s safe to make plans again.
We’re going late in the year, in the rainy season, possibly well into the cold weather. Oh well. We’re cycling around the island, hopefully doing the ring road, plus all the good stuff that isn’t on the perimeter. We’ll be camping all the time, like last time, and this time we’ll know all the things that we can miss and many that we must do. And we’ll have more time, not be racing around everywhere to “fit it in”.
Bicycle travel will do that for you. Slow things right down.
This time, I’m taking my little Rite in the Rain journal, and I am NOT making grand plans to write an illustrated diary of our every moment there. No way.