Mission Iceland: A Tale of Two Brothers

KÓGAFOSS, Iceland — “It’s really for adventure people. It’s freedom. It’s wildness. It’s freedom. You are alone with yourself, with the mountains, with the weather, with horses, or whatever. It’s freedom. You can go everywhere.” -Marta, an Icelandic horse wrangler

Because my brother and I live so far apart (he’s in New York; I’m in Los Angeles), we have agreed to reunite once every year, somewhere in the wilderness. We’ve been to Alaska’s Denali, Chilean Patagonia, and even Everest Base Camp, but, for our most recent trip, we set our sights on a hard-to-reach lake in the Icelandic wilderness called Eilísvötn, which, in Icelandic, means “Lake of Eternal Life.” The Lake’s name caught our imagination, and we knew that hiking to the Lake’s remote location would give us lots of time to catch up. (If you haven’t seen our 15-minute short film about our trip, you might want to watch it first.)

Of course, the backstory of our search for the Lake of Eternal Life is complicated, which is always the case for any adventure worth doing. While researching backpacking trips on the Internet one day, I came across a German website, written by a guy named Dieter Graser. This amazing guy has not only hiked seemingly every square inch of Iceland, but, also, he has mapped and described it in detail for any German speaker (or Google Translate user). Based on Dieter’s meticulous documentation, I pieced together a backpacking plan for Brian and me: a coast-to-coast, 200-mile, 14-day traverse from Skógar on Iceland’s southern coast to Akureyri on the northern coast. Even though the plan was the shortest possible way to hike across Iceland, I knew that trying to complete it in 14 days was aggressive. However, job constraints made it impossible for my brother and me to take additional time off, even though we knew that if we ran into any delays at all, we’d never make it across the country.

So, when one of us (I won’t say who, but it’s not me) forgets his passport on the way to the airport for our flight to Iceland, delaying our departure by a day, we both know already that it’s unlikely we’ll make it to Iceland’s northern coast on time. At first, the development seems like a setback, but soon, our delayed schedule feels like a relief. We quickly realize that we don’t have to complete a certain number of miles and bring ourselves to exhaustion every day, because taking a contingency route is inevitable.

Brian and I start by trekking two classic, connected Iceland treks: the Fimmvörðuháls and Laugavegur Trails, the first of which begins at a huge waterfall called Skógafoss on the southern coast. We feel almost disappointed to be enveloped by the sublime, rolling, green hills and plethora of waterfalls, because it feels like we’re in the most beautiful place in Iceland already — we’re getting a fantastic payoff way too early in our trip. Soon enough, though, as we continue through the snow and glaciers near Fimmvörðuháls Hut, it becomes obvious that there’s no chance Iceland will ever disappoint us no matter where we go.

When we pass Eyjafjallajökull (the famous volcano that erupted in 2010, grounding cross-Atlantic flights and tongue-tying news reporters everywhere), we’re amazed to discover that the volcano is still surrounded by cooling, still-steaming lava, which we have never seen anywhere else in the world. Because Iceland sits on top of two tectonic plates, it’s one of the few places on Earth where new crust is created above sea level.

As we move past Eyjafjallajökull and into Thórsmörk’s lush, green valleys, we discover that, even late at night, the Icelandic sky never goes dark in July. Trying to film ourselves on a backpacking trip reduces the speed at which we can hike significantly, because every tripod-mounted long shot showing the two of us walking together in front of a fantastic vista takes at least 20 minutes to film. It requires setting up the shot on a tripod, walking very far away — and then running back to retrieve the camera (which can be up to a half mile away). But, the unlimited daylight makes us feel like we’re never in a hurry. Some days, we sleep in until noon, knowing we’ll be able to see Iceland’s dazzling scenery even as we keep hiking well past midnight.

It’s in fairy tale-like Thórsmörk that the freedom and beauty of Iceland really starts to take hold of us. The emerald mountains towering over us in every single photo look like an artist’s rendition of a fantastic, imagined paradise.

“It feels big,” Brian says as we sit on a precipice, looking into a seemingly infinite, iridescent valley.

“It feels like it goes on forever,” I say, gazing out into paradise.

As we look toward the horizon, I realize that I’m a making a wish. I never want the trail end, and I never want to return to a place with darkness.

Of course, we can’t stay in Thorsmork forever — for one thing, we don’t have an unlimited food supply — so we continue on into the heavenly landscape, over a suspension bridge crossing a raging river at Emstrua and on to Álftavatn. In the evening in our tent on the lakeshore, Brian and I discuss our trip schedule, and we both reluctantly agree, that, with our time constraints, there’s no way we’ll finish the remaining 160 miles to Akeuyuri in just nine days. We decide that when we finish the Laugavegur trek, we’ll have to take a bus to skip Iceland’s central Highlands. We’re a bit short with each other, and we feel frustrated.

But, after I fall asleep, in the bright light of the Iceland summer’s 3 AM, Brian walks out of the tent to discover the Álftavatn lake in a state of utter flawlessness, a piece of perfectly flat glass reflecting the surrounding snow-capped mountain range. In the morning, he’s invigorated by his night discovery, and our frustration falls away quickly as we hike up a mountain toward Hraftinnusker, a camping area covered in shimmering igneous rocks. By the time we reach Landmannalaugar and relax in the campsite’s hot spring, we barely remember that we’re missing our chance to hike across the Highlands. Instead, we’re thrilled to have time to summit Blahnukur Mountain, go horseback riding, and play Time’s Up!/Celebrity with some Dutch backpackers before jumping on the bus to Mývatn. So often, when traveling, even when things go wrong, they go right.

Our arrival in Mývatn, otherwise known as Mosquito Lake, marks our first contact with civilization in a week, so we immediately head to a local pub, Gamlibaerinn, to inhale some heavenly cheeseburgers. We also get a chance to try a classic Icelandic dish: pungent, smoked fish on a piece of rye bread. We both agree that it must be an acquired taste.

In the morning, driven by the burgers and weird fish, we leave the bug-infested shores of Mývatn and start heading in the direction of our most anticipated destination: Eilífsvötn, the Lake of Eternal Life. Any lingering worry about being disappointed by northern Iceland’s scenery as compared the Laugavegur’s vanishes quickly as we set out toward Krafla across a mind-boggling expanse of jagged lava fields. Walking through huge tubes of cooled lava makes us feel like we’re on another planet, and the ominous, steaming, boot-melting lava maze at Leirhnjúkur, a crater which had fissure eruptions in 1975 and 1984, is especially alien. (Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin trained here before their 1969 moon landing.)

After joining a gaggle of tourists (this area is car-accessible) at the iridescent, Víti Crater, we head into trail-less backcountry, across a long stretch of hummocks, toward the Lake of Eternal Life. By far, it’s the hardest part of our hiking trip, but it’s also the most invigorating. There’s no one around for miles, there are no markers to help us with navigation, and rain starts bearing down on us. But, we’re also reminded that we have the most fun when we’re in true backcountry, where we can only rely on ourselves to find a way out.

“It’s never fun to hike in the rain, but there is something about it that makes it feel real. You, the wilderness, the elements… It’s not fun to be wet, but it does feel like you’re really doing the real thing,” Brian says.

Eventually, we reach a series of looming ridges made of loose volcanic rock, and it’s clear from our GPS device that we’re very near Eilífsvötn. We hike to the top of ridge after ridge, repeatedly expecting to see the Lake. Every time, however, we’re greeted only by the sight of yet another ridge.

“Where is this stupid lake?!” Brian wonders at the top of ridge number four.

And then, just when we think it’s unlikely we’ll ever see the lake, we catch a glimpse of glistening blue water on the top of ridge number five.

“Wow, it is really big! It’s very large and beautiful, and wow, we’re here! We’re done,” I yell. Ecstatic, we hike as fast as we can to the lake and set up our tent on the shore.

After our night here at the Lake, we’ll decide to hike an additional 37 miles through Iceland because we’re having so much. We’ll visit tourist-infested Dettifoss in Vatnajökulsþjóðgarður (Vatnajökull National Park), the largest waterfall in Europe by volume. An Icelandic man in a huge truck — it seems like everyone in Iceland has a car for crossing rivers — will try to teach us how to pronounce Vatnajökulsþjóðgarður. We’ll marvel at tens of small waterfalls along the fantastic Hafragilsundirlendi Trail. We’ll see a man-and-woman rock formation called Karl og Kerling — though, at first, we’ll think that the “Karl og Kerling” sign is simply pointing us toward an Icelandic man named Karl. Near the end, we’ll stop at immense lava caves that double as huge echo chambers and yell into them at the top of our lungs. In total, we’ll have hiked 115 miles across Iceland.

But, it’s at the Lake of Eternal Life that we feel most content. As the sun lowers in the sky, we quietly make dinner, listening to the soothing sound of the Lake’s waves stroking the shore and watching sheep frolic in the surrounding meadow. Darkness never comes, but everything is silent. With no one around for miles, our sense of connectedness to the Earth and feeling of total self-reliance is profound. I feel privileged to be able to share all of it with my brother.

Sadly, in January 2014, the Icelandic government announced plans to revoke 30-year-old environmental protections, putting many of the places we visited during our trip — Mývatn Lake, the Þjórsá River, and the Highlands — in danger of destruction so that new hydropower plants can be built. Three waterfalls on the Þjórsá River — Kjálkaversfoss, Dynkur, and Gljúfurleitarfoss — could be ruined. Now may be the last time in history that hikers can see all of Iceland’s natural, untouched beauty. Read more at Worldwatch Institute Europe, Saving Iceland, the Reykjavík Grapevine (Iceland’s coolest English-language newspaper), and the New York Times.

Watch Mission Iceland: A Tale of Two Brothers, our 17-minute film about the trip. Then, check out our 4-minute outtakes reel, in which we interview people on the streets of Reykjavik and prove that it is impossible to pronounce Vatnajökulsþjóðgarður. WB

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• February 3, 2014, 2:43 PM

  Joseph

  Looks like an amazing trip!

• February 10, 2014, 7:02 AM

  Inbar O.

  Guys, I enjoyed watching this video so-so much!!! Next will be reading through this post... :) Thank you for sharing your travels - I love it. Inbar PS - I'm really glad you found the lake... ;)

• February 11, 2014, 11:40 PM

  Sharon

  Visiting Iceland has been in my mind for decades. My backpacking days are behind me, (I,too backpacked Mt Washington in my younger days), but travel with walking remains high on my priorities. Watching your trip video moved me to put an extended Icelandic trip in my immediate future. Thank you for sharing your amazing adventure. The production was superb. You guys are great. I have become a follower of your blog, Hank.

• February 18, 2014, 1:47 AM

  Stephanie

  Great vid! You guys are funny, cracked me up quite a few times. How neat to meet each other for yearly adventure. That's a nice way to stay connected with lasting memories throughout the year and your lives.

• March 14, 2014, 8:08 AM

  Marcello Arrambide

  These are AWESOME shots! I was there a few years back and definitely fell in love with the scenery. Say hi to Iceland for me! :-D