The White Falcon - 13.08.1971, Blaðsíða 6

Snaefellsnes
Ed. Note: Not long ago, seven Defense
Force members went camping on the Snae-
fellsnes Peninsula. Despite the fact
that they suffered a flat tire, got lost
a few times, and that five of them came
back with colds, they had a good time.
Waterfalls so plentiful, many aren't even named.
When viewed under the cold, clear light or lo-
gic, camping is downright silly. Years ago, Man
decided it wasn't much fun roughing it in the
woods, so he invented houses and beds and stoves.
Today, normally sane people leave their comforta-
ble homes to search the wilderness for a place
they can live in cloth houses, sleep in sacks
(usually wet ones), and cook over a fire, assum-
ing one can be started.
If you decide as we did, however, that you
must camp, the Snaefellsnes Pen-
insula is a beautiful place to
try.
Snaefellsnes is almost an Ice-
land in miniature. Crowded onto
this one small strip of land are
many of the sights you can see in
each of the separate geographic
areas of the island. There are
fertile green meadows like those
around Hveragerdi, and lava fields
like Mt. Hekla's. There are moun-
tains (and mountain roads) that
are breath-taking. There's even
a local jokull (a glacier), aptly
named Snaefellsjokull.
It's one of the greenest parts
of Iceland, full of waterfalls,
birdlife, and clean, bubbling ri-
vers. The roads that get you
there are good enough for most
cars capable of fjording a
streams. If you like solitui
it's not hard to find a spot whel
Hotel Budir guests overlook a beautiful bay at scenes like this.
L.
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August 13, 1971