Yesterday a local naturalist organized a hike to the top of the mountain. There were about 20 of us in total, 4 artists from Nes and the rest town folks. The day began with nice sunny weather and I noticed Icelanders forgo switchbacks for the straight up the mountain approach.
About half way up a boy found this old key at the base of a large stone.
The guide told us to touch the stone to feel the magic it held from the key (this a rough translation from the Icelandic I’m not too sure what he said). Then the boy was told to put the key back where he found it and we continued. I really don’t think this was arranged, it happened as if stuff like this goes on all the time here in the mountains.
As we neared the top a very cold fog rolled over us.
I was happy at this point to be wearing long underwear and multiple layers of wool under my fleece hoodie and wind and waterproof fleece lined jacket, and hat.
There is a large stone cairn at the summit with a book everyone signs and dates.
I had a stone with me that I picked up on a dirt road in Samos, Greece, which I wedged between the rocks of the cairn while no one was looking.
Heading back down through the fog.
When we returned to the starting point, a golf course, we were given coffee and Icelandic cheese pancakes. We also got a multi-purpose sheep bone that provides good luck and answers yes or no questions when tossed.