The sun is shining off and on today and the wind is mild, so it’s quite pleasant. As I return from my weekly shopping trip to Bónus on my bike, I see Michelle and Matta enjoying coffee on the porch, so I join them for a chat.
After a thorough comparison of our footwear, we decide there are better things to do with such a nice day, like show the visiting college student that Matta is hosting some of the sights. The four Ms (all our names begin with M) head up the steep road to Bolafjall, which just opened for the summer a few days ago, and proper as we are, it’s age before beauty in the car with the old folks up front and the pretty kitties in the rear. I’ll leave the details up to your imagination.
Bolafell (638 m/2093 ft) is the mountain that towers above Bolungarvík. On top of it sits a former NATO radar station, looking much like an alien communications tower. It took up operations in 1992 but has since been closed. There’s still a bit of snow on top the mountain, which offers a spectacular view - some claim you can even see Greenland on a clear day, but I am content with seeing Hornstrandir in all its glory.
We meander back down the mountain to the other side of the pass at Skálavík. This is always a nice place to be when the sun is shining, and a few other people who are swimming in the river obviously feel the same. We spend a lot of time taking silly pictures, scavenging the beach for interesting items and just soaking up the sun.
But now it’s time for ice cream at Hamraborg after a day in the sun, and I always get the same thing – a cup of soft serve vanilla topped with licorice bits.