The Seaside Calls


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Black Diamond Cemetery | Washington

This was, without a doubt, the creepiest cemetery experience I’ve ever had… and I loved every minute of it. While I was planning my trip to Washington, I couldn’t pass up a visit to the state’s most haunted cemetery. The drive was just under two hours from Silverdale. As soon as we got into King County, things started getting weird. Unfortunately, we were on a race against the setting sun, so we didn’t have time to photograph the horrors we witnessed along the drive.

The first thing we noticed was a Victorian mansion on the side of the road. There was a couch sitting in front covered in glass dolls, and a sign advertising that you could have tea with the dolls … Then we had to drive on this really dark and windy road for about 8 miles. The trees were overgrown to the point where you couldn’t see the sky. The canopies were keeping the sunlight from reaching the road, so it felt like it was night. There was an old abandoned bridge on the side of the road and a bunch of abandoned buildings. About halfway down the road, we saw a sign nailed to a telephone pole that just said “handyman”, followed by a phone number. Noelle and I both concluded that it was put there by a serial killer. Right around this time, we noticed a white van following us (and that was the only living soul we saw in the whole area).

Things only got scarier when we made it to the cemetery. After walking around for a few minutes, we began to hear a chainsaw and very loud screaming coming from the nearby houses. Eventually the chainsaw and the screaming both stopped… at the same time. A few minutes later, we could hear what sounded like a gramophone recording of a woman singing something Tiny Tim-esque. As we strolled through the graves, we were both on the alert, convinced that an axe murder was sure to jump out of the surrounding pines at any moment.

 

 

I have a theory that Victorian-era cemeteries are the most haunted due to that generation’s deep interest in Spiritualism. That theory seems to align with this particular cemetery.

Black Diamond was a mining town during the 1800’s, and visitors have reported hearing whistling, smelling strange smells, and seeing the dead miners’ lanterns swinging in the fog. A few have also reported seeing an apparition of a white horse. I can’t claim to have experienced any of these, but Noelle and I were both overcome with a feeling of unease that neither of us had ever experienced before. It was awesome. And terrifying. And awesome.

I found an instagram account run by a couple of ghost hunters, and they posted a video of an EVP they took at Black Diamond Cemetery. I don’t know if I believe that it’s real, but it gave me chills.

 

 

 

One thing you’ll notice when visiting any Victorian cemetery is the frequent amount of children’s graves. Thanks to the lack of sanitation, poor nutrition, and the many rampant diseases, only two in every 10 babies born would live until their second birthdays.

 

 

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And, of course, we just had to take a few etherial, death-inspired portraits. Then, as the sun finally set, we rushed back to the car because the strange noises were starting up again and we were extremely creeped out. Someday I will return to Black Diamond, and I will use this horrifying experience as inspiration for a short film. Mark my words. Mere words cannot convey how frightening this experience was, so I’m committed to recreating my experience as accurately as possible for you all to enjoy.

 

 

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? I want to hear your stories! Let me know in the comments below ⬇👻

 

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Wonderspaces | San Diego


UPDATE: Wonderspaces is returning to San Diego in 2018! As of February, dates haven’t been announced yet, but keep checking back here for new info.


From time to time, my dear Lexington will hire me to do some photos for her instagram feed, and I’m always so stoked because she’s incredibly fun to work with, and she always comes up with fantastic ideas… and this time was no different. She had the idea of doing this shoot at Wonderspaces, a temporary art installation here in San Diego. I’d been wanting to check it out anyway to see what all the hype was about, and this was the perfect excuse. Plus, it gave me a great reason to bring my camera along!

Now when it comes to art, I’m a bit of a snob, and I tend to stray away from modern contributions (I would take Caravaggio over Banksy any day)… But the stuff I saw here reawakened my appreciation for the artists of my generation! It was weird, quirky, and interactive, and I couldn’t get enough!

 

 

 

If you’re in the San Diego area while Wonderspaces is still up (until August 27, 2017), you should absolutely check it out. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time!


UPDATE: Wonderspaces is returning to San Diego in 2018! As of February, dates haven’t been announced yet, but keep checking back here for new info.


 

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Brontë Country | West Yorkshire, England

“I bounded, leaped, and flew down the steep road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes”

-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

 

Most of the Brontë sisters’ writings include descriptions of the Yorkshire moors, and they were truly a sight to behold. I felt like I was Jane Eyre, and that’s pretty much all I’ve ever wanted to be. I honestly would have preferred to have visited on a cold and gloomy day to get the full Yorkshire experience, but at least it wasn’t hot. After I’d had enough of the beautiful surrounding landscapes, it was a short drive to the village of Haworth, where the Brontë sisters lived and died.

 

 

The Brontë Parsonage Museum

 

 

For those of you who may be unfamiliar with the Brontë sisters, I’ll give you a little background:  Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontë  were stereotypical Victorian girls. Charlotte and Emily, as well as their older sisters, Maria and Elizabeth, were sent away to school in early childhood, three years after their mother passed away. They remained there until Maria and Elizabeth became sick and died. Charlotte and Emily returned home to their grieving father, brother, and little sister, Anne. Charlotte, Emily, and Anne turned to writing, and their works were heavily influenced by their own heartbreaking experiences. They all gained fame by 1847, their most notable works being Jane Eyre (written by Charlotte), Wuthering Heights (written by Emily), and Agnes Grey (written by Anne).

These photos are of their home, their grounds, the church they attended, and the church’s graveyard. Inside the Haworth Parsonage Museum, pictures aren’t technically allowed, but you can get away with sneaking a few when no one’s looking. The home is filled with fantastic treasures and artifacts from the family’s time on earth, which I spent hours geeking out over.

 

 

The Graveyard

 

It was a melancholy experience getting to see this beautiful area fraught with such a tragic history, but I am a lover of the dark and disturbing, so it was right up my alley.

 

 

The Church

 

Unfortunately, like most Victorians, all of the Brontë sisters died young. Emily caught a severe cold at her brother’s funeral in 1848, which soon developed into tuberculosis and killed her at the age of 30. Anne died the following year of tuberculosis, at the age of 29. After six years without any of her siblings, Charlotte became ill and died three weeks before her 39th birthday, along with her unborn child. She had been married less than a year, and her last words were, “I am not going to die, am I? God will not separate us. We have been so happy.”

Heartbreaking, right!? The Brontës were not buried in the church graveyard, but within the church itself. All except Anne, that is, who passed away in Scarborough and was laid to rest there.

 

 

Here you can see the names of all of the men who led the local church over the years, including the girls’ father, Patrick.

 

 

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Bolton Abbey

 

 

Bolton Abbey really inspires the romantic in me. The haunting ruins put me in mind of Thornfield Hall from Charlotte’s Jane Eyre, which made it the perfect next stop on my road trip. It’s the kind of place that makes me want to recite some Byron. Or some Brydon.

Yes, as much as I adore the poetry of Lord Byron, I spent most of my time here channeling my inner Rob Brydon while reenacting one of my favorite scenes from The Trip. If you’re planning a trip to Northern England, you absolutely must watch this film first.

 

 

 

If you’re as big of a Downton Abbey fan as I am, you may be thinking, “this looks more like a church than an abbey.” You’re right. The ruins are actually that of a Gothic Priory that began construction in 1154. When Henry VIII dissolved the monasteries in 1539, Bolton was stripped of anything that could be sold, and the Eastern half was essentially abandoned. The Western half, however, was kept intact and religious services are still held inside. As an American, it’s not often that I get to behold such ancient ruins, let alone walk through them. It was like stepping back in time.

 

 

There’s this great little stone bridge you can walk across, but it’s not as easy as it looks. Some of the stones are farther apart than others, some are wobbly, and some aren’t even fully above the surface of the water. Amazingly, I managed to make it to the other side without falling into the water, but just barely. When you get across, there are a bunch of friendly cows wandering about.

 

 

After the bustle of London, this was the perfect country getaway. In the city, even a city as historic as London, you’re constantly reminded of the present. It’s hard to imagine living in another time when you’re surrounded by McDonalds’ and double-decker busses. But, in the north, there are less distractions and more chances to be reminded of what once was. I delight at any chance I get to immerse myself in another time. Some people like to escape reality by visiting Disneyland. Well, this is my Disneyland.

Of all the Brontë’s, I’ve always admired Charlotte the most. Jane Eyre is my favorite novel, and one I think all women should read. If it weren’t for Jane Eyre, I wouldn’t be a world traveler. I wouldn’t be an independent woman. I wouldn’t be who I am now. Visiting Yorkshire and walking the same streets Charlotte walked allowed me to connect with her in a very special way.

So, if you haven’t already, I challenge you to read Jane Eyre (hell, read all the Brontë novels), and then visit the place where it all began. You won’t regret it.

 

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Stonehenge | Salisbury, England

All of my life, I have been infatuated with Stonehenge. In fact, when I was first starting my photography business, I experimented with calling it Stonehenge Photography. Thankfully I came to my senses before ordering any business cards 😅

When I finally stood before this age-old monument, I was absolutely in awe.

This girl totally brought a Gandalf action figure with her and now she’s kind of a hero to me.

I always sound crazy when I try to explain this to people, but when I visit some place new, the first thing I always notice is that the quality of light is so different than any of the other places I’ve been. The way the rays penetrate the clouds, the constant shifting between shadow and direct sunlight… It’s nothing like the consistent, even sunlight in my hometown of San Diego. Stonehenge was no exception, and I still can’t find the words to describe this phenomena. It’s just inexplicably different. One minute the landscape would be engulfed in shadow, and the next minute the amount of light would be blinding.

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It’s estimated that it took the Neolithic peoples about 1,500 years to build Stonehenge. Amazingly, the whole thing is made up of about 100 stones. The bizarre part is that some of these stones were traced to an area in Wales about 200 miles from where Stonehenge sits. How the Neolithics managed to move them that far, no one knows. It’s been suggested that the Druids, or even the wizard Merlin may have actually been responsible for its construction, but historians now believe that it was built thousands of years before Merlin or the Druids inhabited the area. But part of me still wants to believe that it was actually Merlin, because that’s way more fun to think about! No one can say for certain what Stonehenge’s purpose was, but some theories are that it was used as a burial site, an astronomical calendar, a memorial to ancestors, or a religious pilgrimage site.

As amazing as it was to behold these ancient stones, the surroundings served as a constant reminder that the world had outgrown them.

I don’t know why, but when I would envision this moment, sprinklers were never present in my fantasies

I’ve always been fascinated with the concept of time. The way it lingers and yet is too fast for anyone to catch. The strange reality of how the earth eventually forgets her past inhabitants. The way man tries to make sense of the remnants of lost societies and cultures.

When I began to notice the wildlife in the area, I started thinking about how weirdly amusing it is that they spend their lives in the presence of one of the most ancient wonders of the world, and they have no idea how important it is.

The English countryside is a sight I can never get enough of. I could have stayed here all day, but, as always, there were more adventures to be had!

England is truly a remarkable place. You can be in the heart of modern civilization and take a two hour drive to one of the world’s most ancient sights. A lot of the most popular destinations are nothing more than tourist traps, but visiting Stonehenge is 100% worth it. I’m so overwhelmed and so grateful that I can finally cross this off my bucket list.

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Black Books | London, England

Collinge & Clark Bookstore

If you have never watched Black Books, you’re missing out.

Black Books was written by and stars Irish comedian, Dylan Moran. It’s about an ornery bookshop owner, Bernard Black, whose worst nightmares include interacting with people and being responsible, both of which are necessary for successfully maintaining a business (in other words, he’s basically me). He hires Manny (played by Bill Bailey), an upbeat and friendly employee who proves to be great help in running the shop, but whose positive attitude and work ethic drive Bernard mad. It’s one of the few shows I can re-watch over and over again and never stop laughing.

To give you a little taste, here is one of my favorite scenes.

Black Books was filmed in a bookshop in London called Collinge & Clark, so obviously that was the #1 attraction I wanted to visit during my stay in the city. Unfortunately, the shop has very irregular hours, so it wasn’t open on the day I could squeeze in a visit, but I was happy enough to see it from the outside. Plus, it gives me a very legitimate reason to visit London again.

If you held a gun to my head and told me to definitively state what the best sitcom of all time was, I’d honestly have to say Black Books. It’s THAT good. I’ve literally seen it at least 30 times all the way through.

I’d like to say I’m a Fran, but in reality, I’m a total Bernard. Chaotic, messy, antisocial… but also strangely attractive 😏💕

I made my brother pose with me.

So that’s all for this short & sweet entry in my travel journal! If you haven’t already, watch the show, visit London, and hunt down Collinge & Clark. The British Museum is within walking distance, and there’s also a Shake Shack nearby, which is by far the best fast food chain ever.

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Stone Church Ruins | Eleroy, Illinois

The Old Eleroy Stone Church

You know the best thing about road trips? Besides snacking on beef jerky and slurpees? Finding weird things on the side of the road. Especially abandoned things. If it looks like it’s been forgotten by society, I’m in love. This was one of those discoveries that was a matter of being in the right place at the right time.

We were driving from Galena, IL back to my aunt’s home in Chicago, when I noticed this stone church without a roof, and very clear signs of fire damage. Obviously I made my aunt pull over, and I went in to explore. The caution tape did not deter me… in fact, it made my rebellious side come out. I wouldn’t say I break the law often, but I’ve definitely done my fair share of trespassing. I think most photographers have a tendency to do things like that, but it’s totally fine because it’s all in the name of art 😉

After doing a little research, I found out that this building actually hadn’t served as a church for a couple decades, and had recently been utilized as an antique shop. The owner lived inside, so unfortunately he lost both his shop and his home… and possibly his cat, from what the locals were saying on Facebook. The fire had taken place a few weeks before I stumbled upon it.

I tried to go in, but I didn’t get far. From wall to wall, the building was completely full of fallen beams, chairs, and other debris.

The stained glass windows had fallen out and were still laying in small fragments on the ground below. The strong scent of fire still lingered in the air.

I don’t know what is to become of this building, or how long it will sit there in this condition, but getting to explore it in its abandoned splendor was exactly the kind of thing I live for.

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Graceland Cemetery | Chicago

Day 1 In Chicago

Half of my family live in Chicago, so I usually visit the city at least once a year. Having been so many times, I wanted to skip the usual attractions and explore corners of the city I’d never seen before. So, naturally, I asked my cousin to take me to a cemetery. I was not disappointed. Graceland Cemetery is one of the largest and grandest graveyards I’ve ever had the pleasure of strolling through. Well, in this case, it was less like strolling and more like trekking. The grounds span nearly 120 acres, so we spent about 3 hours wandering in the horrible humidity of June. I kid you not, the cemetery provides maps for its visitors because it’s so easy to get lost.

The History

Graceland Cemetery was built in 1860. After the Great Chicago Fire in 1871, many of the bodies which were originally laid to rest in Lincoln Park were transferred to Graceland. Unlike our usual dark and gloomy idea of cemeteries, Graceland was designed to have a comfortable, park-like atmosphere. During the 1800’s, this was actually quite common. When people felt like spending time outside, they would often go for walks through their local graveyards. Victorian-era cemeteries were made to feel welcoming. Unlike the tight, ordered rows of graves in modern cemeteries, the Victorian graves were purposefully placed in an irregular manner, leaving plenty of space for visitors to weave through them as they walked. 

Notable Graves

Here lies Inez Clarke, daughter of John and Mary Clarke (although there is some speculation that she is actually Inez Briggs, Mary’s daughter from a previous marriage). Legend has it that Inez died when struck by lightning, either during a picnic or while being locked outside. They say that her statue disappears during lightning storms because poor Inez is so afraid.

Here lies Dexter Graves. He died in 1845, and was one of the bodies moved to Graceland after the fire. His remains are guarded by a terrifying statue entitled, “Eternal Silence”, which was created by Lorado Taft in 1909. There’s a legend that if you look into the figure’s eyes,  you will be given a vision of your own death.

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Jack Johnson

Can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that this woman’s name was Olive Branch? 

I love finding graves without a death date, especially when there is no possible way that they could still be alive. I like to imagine good ol’ Marie enjoying her golden years (she’d be 128 as of 2016) sipping mimosas on some beach in the Bahamas.

Sorry, kids. Santa has been dead since 1914.

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Graceland Cemetery, final resting place to so many of Chicago’s elite, was so overwhelming. So much land, so many spectacular graves, some of which don’t even seem like they could possibly be in Chicago. Overall, I give this cemetery an A+, but, if you plan to visit, I suggest that you avoid going on one of the hottest days of the year, because you will be miserable.

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Snæfellsnes | Iceland

Day 9 In Iceland

Snæfellsnes

The peninsula of Snæfellsnes is about a two hour drive from Reykjavik, and spans about 90 kilometers. The area consists of marshes, black sand beaches, mountains, glaciers, and a few small towns.

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The little restaurant I ate at at the base of Mt. Stapafell

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That glacier in the background is called Snæfellsjökull

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Djúpalónssandur beach

As I walked towards the ocean, there were these massive walls made of hardened lava that you had to walk through.
As I walked towards the ocean, there were these massive walls made of hardened lava that you had to walk through.

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One of the beaches even has the remnants of a 1913 shipwreck strewn across the shore, which was super cool to me because I kind of have an obsession with shipwrecks.
One of the beaches even has the remnants of a 1913 shipwreck strewn across the shore, which was super cool to me because I kind of have an obsession with shipwrecks.

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I love the volcanic sand… If you look carefully, theres a couple kissing in the bottom left corner.

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Pride | Reykjavik, Iceland

Day 7 in Iceland

Pride In Reykjavik

This is one of the main things I came to Iceland for. To document their most celebrated years event. This year Reykjavik hosted its 16th annual Pride Parade. This parade began as a small local event that had about 1500 people in attendance, but has grown to be one of the country’s biggest events with up to 100,000 locals and visitors each year. People come from all over the world to take part in the week of festivities leading up to the parade, and as a guest in their country, I could not have felt more welcomed. I was surrounded by kind-hearted and loving people and am honored that I was there to witness the tremendous pride in Reykjavik.

The Parade

Thought I’d include this little snippet I took, just because who doesn’t love Abba?

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This can kind of give you an idea of how many people come to see the parade. All the major streets are like this.

The Festival

After the parade, everyone made their way up to Arnarhóll for a free all-day music festival.
After the parade, everyone made their way up to Arnarhóll for a free all-day music festival.
Agent Fresco performing their song, Eyes of A Cloud Catcher.
Agent Fresco performing their song, Eyes of A Cloud Catcher. I’m a big fan.

Unsolicited Concluding Thoughts:

Same-sex marriage was legalized in Iceland in 2010, and registered partnerships were legalized in 1996. In 2010, Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir, Iceland’s Prime Minister, became the world’s first head of government to enter a same-sex marriage. Iceland is what you might call a progressive, forward-thinking country. Human rights are highly valued, which may be one of the reasons why the country is full of very friendly and kind people, and why their crime rate is so low. Seeing the whole capital city come together for this event was truly beautiful. I did not see one protestor, and I did not see anything worthy of being protested. It got me thinking about the United States, and about the world. The truth is, there will always be people who maintain the belief that LGBTQ+ lifestyles are immoral. And you know what? That’s okay. People are entitled to their own opinions, and I respect people who hold true to their beliefs. These people, however, do not have the right to try to stop others from living their lives in the manner that they see fit. At the very least, we should all be celebrating the fact that every year, more and more countries grant their citizens the basic right to make their own decisions. Just two months ago, the United States took that step, and I am extremely proud that individual liberty is being granted to the people. So if you don’t celebrate homosexuality, celebrate the fact that there are places in this world where homosexuals are being treated like everyone else once and for all. Celebrate your own individual liberty. Celebrate the fact that you can safely live the life you want, and that your friends, family, and neighbors can do the same.

For more information about Iceland’s annual Pride Week and parade, visit their website.

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Road Trip With A Stranger | Vik, Iceland

Teresa

 

While I was still in the early stages of planning this trip, I didn’t have many items on my itinerary, other than to see the plane wreck on Sólheimasandur. I knew from day 1 that I absolutely had to find it, since the chance to explore a crashed plane from the 70’s doesn’t come often. The only problem was that it was a three hour drive from Reykjavik.

I made arrangements to rent a car, but I needed someone to share this adventure with (and to help me navigate). I discovered InterPals, a website where you can find pen pals from all over the world! That’s how I found Teresa. We talked briefly about our personalities, our Harry Potter houses, and shows we enjoy. Once I felt comfortable enough with her, I told her of my plans and she seemed excited to join me.

When the day came, I texted Teresa and asked her to meet me at the car rental shop. I was somewhat afraid that she’d turn out to be a serial killer or something, but then I remembered this is Iceland, one of the safest places on earth. This is the country where people leave their babies in strollers outside to soak up the sun while they grab lunch in cafés.

As I expected, Teresa was exactly who she presented herself to be online. We picked up the car, grabbed a quick snack, and then headed out on the road towards Vik. During the entire drive, everything we saw was gorgeous (including ourselves, of course).

We pulled over for an impromptu photoshoot when we found a little shed beneath these beautiful towering cliffs.

 

 

We were technically on someone’s property, but there was no one in sight other than a herd of rams. I had been wearing my favorite pair of heels, but the grass was thick and the ground was soft, so I took them off and changed into my Nike’s. Unfortunately, I was so caught up in the beauty that surrounded me, that I completely forgot to grab my shoes when we left. So, I can only assume that my beautiful Oxford heels were eaten by rams. Which reminds me, if you’re a fan of indie films, check out the beautiful Icelandic film, Rams.

 

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Seljalandsfoss

 

About halfway to Vik, Teresa informed me that one of Iceland’s most famous waterfalls was coming up. We pulled over to enjoy it’s beauty. What I loved most about this waterfall is that you can walk behind it, which made for great photos. And soggy clothes.

 

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Teresa told me that children will often eat these weeds because they taste like sour apples... I forget the exact name but it translates to something like "sour piss", because dogs like to pee on weeds... which she waited to tell me until AFTER she made me eat some.
Teresa made me eat a leaf of this weed and told me that children like to eat them because they taste like sour apples. It’s called “hundasúra”, which translates to “dog sour”. When I asked her what the significance of the name was, she laughed and said, “it’s because dogs like to pee on them!” It would have been nice if she had told me that BEFORE I ate it.Seljalandsfoss

 

Vik

 

When we got to Vik, we went to see the iconic Vik Church, which the village is known for. Usually you can drive right up the hill, but the only road that could take us there was closed for construction. So, that was a bit of a letdown. Vik is a very small village, with a population of only 318, so there wasn’t much else for us to do. We decided to venture a little further out of town to see what we could find.

 

That’s it. That’s the whole town.

 

Dyrhólaey

 

Okay. If I had to choose one place that truly captures the full essence of Iceland, it would be Dyrhólaey. I could see so many natural wonders surrounding me. The beautiful and mysterious basalt columns of Reynisfjall Mountain to the East. The black sand beach to the South. The iconic Dyrhólaey cliffs to the West. Mýrdalsjökull glacier to the North. Absolutely breathtaking.

 

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This set of three jagged rocks is known as Reynisdrangar. In Icelandic folklore, it is said that these were three trolls who were turned to stone when the morning sunlight shone down on them over Reynisfjall Mountain. Does that remind anyone else of Lord of the Rings?
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Dyrhólaey means, “the hill island with the door hole”, referring to the hole in the arch of this cliff. This location has been used in several films, including Noah (2014).

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Mýrdalsjökull glacier

 

We accidentally stumbled upon this cute little church with a cemetery, and, because I’m obsessed with cemeteries, we spent some time there. I did quite a bit of research on it, and though I did find a few other people who had found it, they all seemed to have mistaken it for Vik Church, which is located a few kilometers away… So I’m going to call it the Dyrhólaey Cemetery and Church.

 

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Dyrhólaey cemetery

 

The Plane Wreck

 

So, everything we did in Vik was wonderful, but this was the original purpose of the road trip. There is a US Naval plane that crashed on a beach in the 1970′s, and it is now an abandoned wreck. No one was harmed when the plane made its crash landing, but it has remained on the shore where it landed for almost 50 years. It is really hard to find, and most people don’t even know it’s there. Teresa had even to Vik many times before, and she had never heard of it, nor did any of the locals we asked for directions.

We parked on the side of the road, laced up our walking shoes, and set out on what would be a very exhausting adventure. Cars with 4-wheel drive used to be able to go right up to the plane, but local landowners have since banned all vehicles from driving on the beach. The plane sits 2.5 miles from the road, which took us a little over an hour of walking each way. Unfortunately, it feels like you’re walking around aimlessly forever because you can’t see the plane until you’re about 100 feet away (it’s hidden in a dune).

The beach stretches on for miles and miles without any noticeable landmarks to keep you on the right path. After an hour and a half of walking, we were tired, thirsty, and freezing. The wind was very strong and sand was blowing into our eyes. Just as we started to consider giving up the search and heading back, we finally found it.

 

That’s Mýrdalsjökull again in the background.

I managed to get into the cockpit, but in order to do so I had to cross these very unstable metal beams. Not an easy task.

What? Everyone else was doing it.