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OR: Thor's Well, and The Best Smell Ever

After settling into their AirBnB overlooking the ocean just outside Yachats, Oregon, Astrid and Bjorn drove into the town to eat clams and fish ’n chips at Luna Sea Restaurant, then headed out to Thor’s Well at Cape Perpetua Scenic Area. Astrid followed Bjorn over a plain of lava rock covered with barnacles, tiny clams, andContinue reading “OR: Thor's Well, and The Best Smell Ever”

OR: Thor’s Well, and The Best Smell Ever

After settling into their AirBnB overlooking the ocean just outside Yachats, Oregon, Astrid and Bjorn drove into the town to eat clams and fish ’n chips at Luna Sea Restaurant, then headed out to Thor’s Well at Cape Perpetua Scenic Area. Astrid followed Bjorn over a plain of lava rock covered with barnacles, tiny clams,Continue reading “OR: Thor’s Well, and The Best Smell Ever”

Giant Animals, Mammoth Caves, and Mega Caverns

The family drove about five hours south on US 31 to Barren County, Kentucky, to Mammoth Cave National Park and took a tour of the caves. Then they took two more the next day. It was interesting. There is one element of advice I gleaned from the travel writing section of a “How toContinue reading “Giant Animals, Mammoth Caves, and Mega Caverns”

Wilderness in the Way UP North

Manabezho Falls Like so many of Astrid’s adventures, it started with a book. Except this time, it was not a book she was reading, but a book she was writing. Enchanted with folklore from eastern European countries, she had used elements from Slavic fables in her story but needed some other element, a random detailContinue reading “Wilderness in the Way UP North”

Iceland's Palette, and Signs

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Iceland’s Palette, and Signs

April 7, 2018 The next morning, at their last breakfast in the quaint farmhouse kitchen of the Hrifunes Guesthouse, Astrid observed what had been staring at her for the past few mornings: a stuffed raven on top of the cupboards. Relaxed a little, she now saw a lot of things she had passed up:Continue reading “Iceland’s Palette, and Signs”

12 Stops in South Iceland

#8 April 6, 2018 Friday On the way to breakfast the next morning, the family was greeted by the Hrifunes Guesthouse dog, a small, whitish, long-haired canine. As they ate breakfast, from the warmth of the dining room, they watched the sweet pooch jog here and there across the icy property. #1 1) The firstContinue reading “12 Stops in South Iceland”

Green-Lighted

April 5, 2018 In the morning, the family took a short, chilly walk to the Hrifunes Guesthouse reception area, which had been the large kitchen and living room of a house at one time. Here again, a polite sign asked that visitors remove their shoes before entering, and a basket of house-shoes stood in theContinue reading “Green-Lighted”

Water Falls, Ice Caves and Green Skies

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19,000 Feet Under the Fjord*

p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px \’Baskerville SemiBold\’} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Baskerville; min-height: 14.0px} p.p3 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Baskerville} span.s1 {font: 12.0px Baskerville; letter-spacing: 0.0px} span.s2 {letter-spacing: 0.0px} span.Apple-tab-span {white-space:pre} April 3, 2018 “Ready?” Bjorn asked. “What? You said 9 a.m., it’s only 8:30,” AstridContinue reading “19,000 Feet Under the Fjord*”