Wrong Again

I woke up at 3:00 am in a panic, realizing that it was probably the worst idea in the world to sleep in an old, abandoned, moldy, mouse poop and dead fly infested hut. What was I thinking? This is how hikers get sick. I literally shook off 70 tiny mouse poops from the mattress I choose for a bed, thinking to myself, "Thoughen up Bloody Mary, this is what people do."

... No. They don't. The log book had two entries from this year, zero from the past 3 years and looked as though it was only regularly visited in the early 90s. A good refuge in case of emergency, sure. 

You call yourself a professional hiker? Ha! You're carrying a custom made tent with 5 extra pounds of warm layers and you chose to sleep on poop for your first night of trial... might I add, first CLEAR night on trail? Honey, you better get your act together otherwise this is going to be one rough hike.

I'm learning. I really am. I was just so excited. I was trying to embrace the moment. I was feeling like an Icelandic Queen in her private little castle. ha Ha HA! 

Day 1

It started with the sweetest goodnight. Plucked a whisker and rolled it up tight. Two bus rides later and a six mile hike. I'm here. At the Hraunhafnartangi lighthouse, with no one in sight!

I feel alive. So alive. So fucking alive I could just die. But we will save that for another day. Everything has a tint of perfection in it. The waves, the salty air, the soft ground. All I know is to walk South. I'll get where I'm going, there is no doubt.

It's almost midnight. I stumbled upon a deserted hut. I still have energy and a bit of daylight. The sun doesn't seem to set this time of the year. I'm cozy and warm and ready for a beer. I think I'm going to be fine sleeping right here.