Over the boardwalk 

Two and a half days of effort later and our boardwalk project is complete. This has been a pretty satisfying endeavour.  It’s part of a new footpath from Skaftafell to Morsárdalur.

We sourced the wood from a wood pile comprised of old planks from the main bridge over Skeiðarársandur (on route 1). We sawed it to size (140cm lengths), we transported it to the desired location over a sandy wash out area near the levees. Built the boardwalks (a lot of hammering), positioned them, packed them with stones, staked them. Finally we built stone steps from rocks scavenged from the area. Very proud to see it walked on by hiker once we were done; let’s hope it lasts a while.


the area we needed to board across
constructing it in sections
a lot of hammering
the finished path

 Ambling over our completed work:  

The Fourth Decade

Originally posted on Amanda Mininger:
One of my closest friends turned 40 today. I’ve been thinking about this one, trying to figure out why we put this much significance on a birthday, why we decorate this particular mile marker with lights and flowers and well-meaning phrases full of pith, borrowed from antiquity or Sex in the City, one of the two. I’ve had this conversation before with friends in their late 30s and early 40s, and we all say the same thing: “I don’t feel 40. I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like, but whatever it is, I don’t feel it. Does it mean we have to wear longer skirts now?” Whatever cause for contemplation there is, I’ll take the bait. I know that, at minimum, turning 40 gives us permission to take stock and see where we are, to ask of ourselves: What have I learned (if anything?) What have I gained or lost? What am I…