The White Falcon - 01.10.1965, Blaðsíða 6

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WHITE FALCON
Friday, October 1, 1965
IDF Men At Their Leisure
DESTINATION—This is Selfoss, the Utopia of the hikers journey.
REST STOP—Bill Lasley and Bob Buerger bring up
the rear guard as they meet fellow hiker Harold
Johnson and the others who are waiting inside at
the Midway Ski Lodge.
HOW FAR?—It is easy enough to forget that Iceland
uses the metric system and Tim Kincaid (squatting)
wasn’t sure when Jim Wilson, Harold Johnson and
Bob Buerger (from left to right) showed him the sign.
Six Men Beat Weekend Boredom
By Biking About Countryside
by Bob Buerger, EM2
Four members of the station
Weapons Department, one mem-
ber of the AFI Ammunition Stor-
age Branch, and a photographer
from our photo lab got restless
again last weekend and took a
walk.
The six men were Bill Lasley
from AFI, Tim Kincaid, Jim Wil-
son, Harold Johnson and myself
from the Weapons Department
and Terry Lang from the photo
lab.
We arrived in Reykjavik at 9
a.m. on Saturday. Our destination
was Selfoss. This time it was to
be a walk all the way.
At The Crossroad
At the Reykjavik-Selfoss cross-
road, we split into pairs to in-
sure traffic safety. Waiting 15
minutes between each pair to en-
able separation, we started off at
9:45 a.m.
As we started walking, we
whistled; and as we continued
walking, the whistles soon sub-
sided to the labor of talking and
walking.
Rest Stop
After three hours of steady
hauling, we stopped for a rest.
As soon as we got comfortable, a
car stopped and offered us a ride.
Lasley and I looked at each other,
started to pick up our remains
and then decided that we had
started out to walk and walk we
would, either that or spend leave
in sick bay.
After walking up the last hill,
we saw the ski lodge. At 2 p.m.,
we were met there by the other
four hikers and Lang got a pic-
ture of two tired old men.
Left Lodge
After one hour of rest and re-
freshments, we left the lodge a-
gain in pairs at 15-minute inter-
vals and in the same order. After
two hours, Lasley and I reached
the top of the mountain leading
down into Hveragerdi.
We wished we could curl up and
roll down the long mountain.
Curious People
For the last 10 miles, every-
thing turned into a caravan of
curious parents and children
driving their merry way.
Selfoss Ahead
At 7 p.m., we could finally see
Selfoss in the distance. We stopp-
ed at a dairy queen and ordered
ice cream. After talking to the
owner and telling him of our walk,
we wouldn’t allow us to pay him
for the ice cream.
We hit the bridge at Selfoss at
7:45 Saturday night and found
the other four members of our
excursion waiting there. All hotel
rooms were taken so we went to
the local police station where they
introduced us to Rev. Sigmund
Paulsson, a Lutheran minister.
He offered us the upstairs of his
house. His wife made six beds for
us and invited us to church on
Sunday.
Injured Feet
We then started the long pro-
cess of finding out whose feet and
legs belonged to who.
As we talked about our journey,
we found that Kincaid and Hill
had been injured playing basket-
ball and it seemed hard to see
how they walked that far.
Lang and Johnson had walked
to the dairy queen and another
customer offered them a lift into
town.
After baths and a change of
clothing, we went into town for
a late supper and a little bit of
(Continued on page 10.)
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GETTING STARTED—The hikers on the first leg of their journey (from left to WHO HAS THE RIGHT OF WAY—One of the biggest competitors for space on the
right) are Tim Kincaid, AOAN; Bill Lasley, SSgt.; Jim Wilson, AOAN; Bob Buerger, highway is not necessarily other cars but rather sheep. (Photos by Lang, PH3)
EM2 and Harold Johnson, AOAN. Missing from the picture is hiker and photographer
Terry Lang, PH3.