Icelandic Adventures – Part 2

Four hours by car northeast of Reykjavik, through lush ocean meadows and arid moonscape plains, we arrive at this tiny outpost hotel. Basically Atco trailers in the desert. Another hour on rough, rocky, volcanic plains and the earth explodes into one of the wildest landscapes any of us has ever seen. Broken lava, mountains colored everything from black to pink, with fluorescent green and blood red thrown in for good measure. Incredible moss flows down beach hued ridgelines like streams, while giant glaciers loom in the distance. Throw in grey muck spewing geysers that steam away in every other valley and you’ve got yourself Landmannalagaur, Iceland. But that’s not all. How about wicked singletrack that no one ever rides. Too good to be true. Look for the feature Bike Magazine in the next few months.