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A man and his dog, looking for a better path.

An Icelandic Saga: Hrafntinnusker

"I would kill a man for an orange," I thought, as I sat shovelling yet more trail mix into my mouth amid freezing rain and sulphurous...

An Icelandic Saga: Free Solo

My flight from Vancouver to Reykjavik was an overnight job, roughly seven hours from gate to gate. I'd intended to sleep the whole way,...

An Icelandic Saga: Fimmvörðuháls

"There are parts of this trail where if you make a mistake, you will die," the warden at the Baldvinsskáli hut told us cheerfully. Then...

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