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Skógasandur!
In the early morning, the storm finally hit. It was as if Iceland was giving us a kick in the ass as we left. A steady pour of slanted rain came down on us as we made a long walk to the breaking waves. The actual waterfront was about 2-3 miles from the road over farms and sand, and a world away. Just as we arrived at the end, the rain took a break, and I was able to snap this photo. "þor is pleased with us.", I said in my best Viking imitation. The rain then returned for the soggy walk back to the tent, back to the bus, back to Reykjavík, and back from Iceland. As I sit here writing these words, a little more than two weeks has passed, but already the journey seems like a dream. Sometimes, I've found, dreams do indeed come true.
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