A Guy With Some Rocks
September 5, 2021 Filed under Curious
Just look how cute this cabin is!
Pretty dang cute. I am amused!
Cute curtains in the barrel house.
Little tiny two-room barrel house! YEAH!!
I had such a nice time in the wee cabin that I booked a second day, so I could go poking around town and digest several meals.
Another great day for riding!
The weather was good for roaming. On the north side of town I found a long series of stone platforms with egg sculptures on top of them – the “Eggs of Merry Bay” – and many other smaller statues and signs scattered along the coast.
A nice day on the bay.
Small monument to Hans Jonatan, former Danish slave and the first known person of African descent to settle in Iceland.
I did of course eat several meals in the local cafe, while I slowly went through a massive backlog of photos and tinkered with my GPS recordings. In the afternoon I switched to work, and caught up with my fellow software developers in the status meeting.
Once again I was amused by the fact that a meeting I sometimes lost sleep over because it was so early in the morning back home was now happening around dinnertime. This “round Earth” conspiracy sure is elaborate!
What a cute looking calculator!
Don’t those buttons look so jolly and candy-like?
I also took some time to ride out to a little exhibition of stones created by a local collector. No, it’s not the much-publicized Petrea’s Stone Collection – that’s farther down the road and was closed when I passed it – this is the site of JFS Handcrafts, a shop run by a delightful man named Jón.
Outside the Steinasafn (Stone Museum) in Djúpivogur.
We bonded a little bit over our mutual appreciation of Pink Floyd, but mostly I just quietly wandered around the space and stared at the incredible variety of rocks. Jón had personally collected every one, and gave details on the geology and origins of anything I pointed out.
The fellow who built the Steinasafn.
It was a relaxing day, and I was grateful for the clear weather. Tomorrow promised more rain. Even though I would be wearing the rainpants all day, I tried washing my thoroughly stained sweats again, using the sink in the common area. Perhaps in a few days I would look somewhat less like I didn’t know the difference between a campfire and a toilet seat.