24 DAYS IN ICELAND

DAY 18

Látrabjarg

I'm beginning to think puffins are a myth, a mascot that Bob in marketing thought up one day and, being Bob, he just ran with it before checking with the higher-ups. Unfortunately, this idea went further than Bob ever dreamed of. These higher-ups - who were caught off guard by the public's embrace of this overly cute bit of flying silliness - were left with no choice but to keep perpetuating this myth ever since, like a baseball mascot. It's the Mr. Met of Iceland. It's obviously a CG bird. Nothing that top heavy could fly and migrate and survive. Darwinism should have taken it out centuries ago. Nonsense.

Anyway, there are no puffins in Iceland. Not at the majestic bird cliffs in Látrabjarg, not on the beaches of Breiðavík, and most certainly not in any of these nice pictures. Still, it was a good day. Wrecks of planes and boats, red sand beaches, white sand beaches, a couple of really killer point breaks, and a few churches. There's always churches.

My bedroom, Patreksfjörður
Patreksfjörður
Patreksfjörður
Just outside Patreksfjörður
Grounded steel ship
Grounded steel ship
USN DC-3, Hnjótur
USN DC-3, Hnjótur
USN DC-3, Hnjótur
Hnjótur
Icelandair cargo plane, Hnjótur
Icelandair cargo plane, Hnjótur
Shore break, Breiðavík
White sand beach at Breiðavík
Látrabjarg bird cliffs
Látrabjarg bird cliffs
Látrabjarg bird cliffs
Látrabjarg bird cliffs
Climb up the hills and they're covered in pillowy moss and rock
Rauðisandur (Red Sand Beach)
Church at Saurbær, near Rauðisandur