Wednesday, 15-May-2024


I’d camped the evening before at the Snorrastadir farm campground, made some quick dinner, and then got to bed a bit earlier than normal. It was nice.

As a side note: The farm was, interestingly, the first place I’d met someone in Iceland who didn’t speak English – the young man who took my payment and helped me refill the water tank in the van understood just enough English for us to communicate (thanks to lots of gestures).

Anyways. What going to bed early meant was that I hadn’t really looked at any nearby adventures, except to notice that there was a small sign saying “trailhead” right near the entrance to the camping area of the farm.

After some coffee and a pastry, I grabbed Droney’s case, a snack and my rain gear, and headed out into the unknown. To check the trailhead, of course – I wasn’t going to just start a trail without knowing the details! Come on, now. That being said, I totally did head right into the trail as soon as I checked the distance – I could see the crater from the trailhead, and it looked like the total walk looked to be either 4km or 8km (I couldn’t quite tell if it was measuring one-way or not…), but neither distance was any real concern.


I headed in, gave my sister a call so we could chat and catch up, and found myself at the rim of the crater just about when she arrived at work and needed to hang up the phone. Beautifully perfect.

I soaked in the view, flew the drone around… I mean, yeah. I don’t know how to describe it except that Eldborg crater is the perfect crater for a volcano. It’s out of every book and movie that’s ever had a perfectly stereotypical crater – steep sides, sharp rim… I mean, true story, I felt like there should be a secret lair in the middle. I flew Droney down to check for one, but… I was still tempted to glissade down myself to make sure.

It was creepily perfect. I loved it.