Hello everybody. It is good to be home after my trip to Iceland. I thought I would share a few photos.
So begins the Saga of Simon.
It was a summer like none I had experienced before (although I've actually only experienced one other). The sun beat down upon the fields of Nebraska as proof of former vice president Gore's warnings of the greatest threat to civilization--global warming. I had to escape the heat that was keeping my trapped inside the house all day long. So I loaded up my family and we sailed to Iceland.
Iceland was a cold, windy place. I had to stay bundled up and always carry lots of supplies in order to survive the barren wilderness.
Luckily, I had a little help on the long hikes.
I met many new friends in Iceland. Here is a pure-bred Icelandic puppy. He was a wise old beast--two hundred years old and spoke a language that hasn't been uttered since the days before men walked on the land of ice. And he loved to be petted.
This is Thorgim Gundarsun. He is a magical Viking Troll who said he helped mold the island from glacier and liquid magma. Now he guards the parking lot in front of a gift shop.
Although it is cold, Iceland is a land where the rivers boil and the ground breaths fire.
The land is inhabited by dangerous animals and birds of prey, such as the puffin (if you don't eat it, it will eat you, I am told).
And if I ever got too cold, I just went back to my posh hotel (just like the Vikings always did during the cold winter nights).
I did my best to blend with the locals, and I think the Icelandic people began to see me as one of their own.
Did I mention the puffins?
I crossed the vast praries,
and scaled mountains of great height,
I reached the edge of the earth
(and I think I found where those kids from
Goonies started their adventure)
All this just trying to keep up with mom
while she was busy chasing this little guy.
There is too much more to my adventure to tell you now, so let me just say I saw a lot of beautiful scenery, like the handsome devil in this shiny window.
I kept telling the cameraman where the good photos were, but he just kept the camera pointed at me (otherwise you could have seen some more beautiful photos).
And although I saw things like the largest waterfall in Europe and islands that were entirely made out of volcanos, nothing was quite as nice as this little cylinder of flowing water in the lobby of some random building in Reykjavik.
What a vacation! It was probably my favorite vacation ever (besides going to Grandma and Grandpa's house, of course).
[Now for the proper saga ending]: It was said that Simon was the greatest of all travellers to Iceland and the people will never forget him. His family flourished and grew large. All Simon's enemies were defeated at the battle ground now called Simonsfjord. The Icelanders told many tales of his bravery and honor. Snorri Thorsun erected a statue at Simonsfjord, but he plays no further part in this story.
THE END.
