May 2, 2010 | Sauðárkrókur, Iceland
May 2, 2010

From Reykjavik to the far north of Iceland was a 12-hour Odyssey that could have been flipped through like Cliff notes by plane.

But planes don't see
yellow tools,
black rocks,
red horses,
dark girls,
gold towns,
weird mounds,
purple hills,
fjords,
or wild skies.

If you want your life to look like that, take the road and watch the sky.