It was our last hurrah in Iceland. The twelve of us had traveled together around the ring road for the past two weeks in awe of the stark beauty this strange land presented us with. We left Seattle in search of adventure, but mainly, in search of a deeper friendship with each other. And after two weeks of spending 24/7 with each other, we found it. But in an effort to see something else, something a bit more off the beaten path, we traveled deep into the Westfjords for one last adventure.
Nope. We woke up early to clouds. However there was light on the sea’s horizon, out where we were headed. We walked to the dock and found our trusty boat captain – we were heading to Hornstrandir. A three hour boat ride away, Hornstandir is one of the most remote, if not the most remote, place in Iceland. At the most north-west point, this nature reserve has no roads and no people, just reckless cliffs, fjords, and the occasional arctic fox.
We had found ourselves at the edge of the world, completely alone. Directly north of us was nothing but the Arctic Circle and the North Pole. This cliffside ensured the feeling, rising more than one hundred stories, the cliff felt like it had been freshly ripped off by the pounding waves.
In the soft moss overlooking our view, we became absolutely silent.
I live for these moments, which in turn, are moments that make me realize I’m living. In our living room at home hangs a painting that reads “Be Humble and Wonder.” The older I’ve gotten the more I realize how miraculous life truly is if only we stop and take a look. To live in wonder of the world around is the most amazing gift. Often though, it takes a large cliffside against a pounding sea to shock us into wonder. It’s the true magicians who can see magic in everything.
We left our cliff top experience and made our way across the Atlantic and went back to our jobs and normal lives. However I think we carry that feeling with us, that feeling of smallness, that sense of wonder, that life is best lived at the edge.