Laegreid Outdoors

This is mostly a post to let you, dear readers, know that Jodi and I are still mostly alive, though in a very zombie-like state. The flight from Denver to Reykjavik was smooth, though sleep eluded us. The sun came up while we rode the bus in from Keflavik, just in time to illuminate some of the countryside as we cruised past. We got off at the main bus terminal, grabbed our packs and chuffed our way over the hill to our first hostel, Kex, which is a really neat place at first glance.   The Bar  View from the window We can't check into our room until 2pm, at which point I'm sure we'll take a nap and ruin our plan of getting on a good sleep schedule right away. Tomorrow will be for exploring; we'll take a few days to gather stories, photos and rest a bit for a more entertaining post.   Until then!  

The first leg of our journey (the packing and driving part) was a hectic, foggy, sleep-deprived, 55 mph torture test, and was completed safely and without much blood loss. My lovely wife and I arrived in Laramie a little haggard, but otherwise in one piece. Hopefully while we're out here there will be some outdoor adventures before we take off for Iceland. Today we took a nice little jaunt up a snowy hillside with a couple of shaggy dogs; tomorrow we'll join my father for a Trout Unlimited meeting. Since the lakes are frozen but the ice is thin, it might be hard to get out ice-fishing, so I may be limited to just tying flies and doing fish art. There is always the possibility of going to the range and burning some powder, too; we've got a few options. For now, I'll leave you with some pictures. I sure will miss Washington and the people and places I've come to now and love there, but Wyoming is doing it's darnedest to make up for it.   Moody Blues...