The snow couldnt be this good every run.
And even if it was, could the landscape below me be real?
Could it really be this late in the day?
My mind could only reach one conclusion impossible.
It answered my bewilderment in a stereotypically choppy nasal robot voice: Does.
Looking back, it sure felt like the latter.
That makes it eighteen years of friendship.
His spontaneity and natural talent are catalysts for action, though often ill-advised.
My penchant for planning and thinking (or maybe overthinking) tends to pull our team back towards equilibrium.
Its a good balance.
I guess you could argue that sales is an adventure in its own right, with challenges unforeseen.
Needless to say, Matt was keen to get out of town and into some unknown mountains.
Well, not exactly starving, just reliant on a diet heavy in quesadillas, beans, and rice.
Hollywood aspirations drive this modern hipster-cowboy-mountain man.
We did find a pretty cool place to ski though.
I knew I wasnt, but you’d have been hard-pressed to convince my brain that.
A cheap bottle of whisky runs about $60 at the Vinbudin, the state-run liquor stores.
Despite that, Vinbudin is perhaps the only Icelandic word we really learned.
This is Iceland
The drive went a little like this: brakes on, swerve to the shoulder.
from a passenger as they pulled their head up either from their phone or from sleep.
You have to check this out!
the driver would reply.
Then wed hop out of the car, wander around, and snap a photo or too many.
Dropping in on line number one of the trip, stoke levels climbed off the charts.
After months of planning, we were actually doing it.
Living your dreams feels pretty damn good, and skiing is fun, too.
Sleep may have tried to lay claim over our eyelids, but the excitement kept it at bay.
No more anticipation, we were really there!
We were too drunk to take notice, however.
We handn’t see each other in ages after all.
This, in turn, shifted our wake-up time to noon the next day.
But hey, it was light out until 11 PM, so none of us cared.
This was our choice of vacation, were pretty weird, arent we?
They were too busy getting own with their lives to care much about our spectacle.
The Instagram likes, however, poured in.
This old ski lift in town had not run for many years.
Here we stayed in a log cabin.
In a country with no logs.
Iceland has been entirely devoid of forest since the Vikings cut it all down.
You be the judge.
The quality of snow and my old man back kept our ambitions mellow, however.
It wasnt like the movies - there was no epic struggle.
We were lazy, and it was great.
For most of the skiing, there was virtually no approach.
The hiking itself was no easy work, so we were still definitely exhausted.
We usually only skied one, maybe two lines in a day.
I guess thats what you get for holding down a full-time job behind a keyboard.
So, deviating from the worlds were working so hard to create for ourselves was a welcome change.
We sure are lucky.
That said, we got our fill of skiing and it was glorious.
We got rich, even though we may still be poor-ish.
We hardly understood what a journey of disbelief this was while our boots were still on the ground.
We didnt sit around and discuss whether our senses were failing.
We hiked, skied, talked about girls and life, drank booze, and we retold old stories.
Now its sounding more like a vacation.
Tough life, eh?
No one is celebrating our accomplishments of Icelandic exploration.
We conquered the Vikings and tamed a wild land.
Where is our parade?
Or maybe that was just in our dreams.
We came, we skied, and we left.
It was pretty a good time.
