Flying over the far north. Melting of the ice. 7 hour flight time from Anchorage.
Foreboding clouds as we await the bus into the city to rebuild the bikes and store the bike luggage.
Found a camp site in Reykjavik and a window of rainless weather to rebuild the bikes.
Napped through a crazy rainstorm and woke up to take a walking tour of the city and stretch our legs.
Dinner on the run, torrential rains defined most of the evening, testing the limits of my rain gear.
Lulled to sleep by the rain.
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