The White Falcon - 22.03.1974, Blaðsíða 10

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Twelve people crammed into a
VW bus with sandwiches, coffee,
cameras and the craving for ad-
venture coursing through their
veins started off on the second
USO Center Survival Course Tour
this year. Destination: Krisuvik.
Peggy (USO) Wubbold was the
Y&hUM&ti iiUt driver and land-
mark guide for the tour.
We left the USO at approxi-
mately 10:30 Sunday morning and
headed for Grindavik. Our route
to Krisuvik was through the rug-
ged foothills and down the coast
road. We were taking the back way
to the hot springs and lake.
On the’ way, Peggy pointed out
different sights of interest
while we watched for sheep on the
roads and blimps in it.
The first part of the road out
of Grindavik was uphill and in
good condition after the winter
weather. Then we started down.
This is where the trip got pretty
hairy. We didn't know it, but the
road was closed! We missed the
sign that said Lokad.
Ruts and mud holes were the
order of the day. One hole was
so big that everything (including
the colored rocks that we picked
up on the way up the hills and
our makeshift hubcap ashtray) be-
came airborne. Chairs and people
also got juggled around. Heads
U R
bumped against the roof and the
mighty VW bus came to an abrupt
stop.
The smell of a hot clutch sent
shivers through the group and we
made immediate oil leak checks.
After establishing that there was
not any damage, we progressed at
a much slower rate. Peggy manuev-
ered the bus through the mud and
around holes (Parnelli Jones eat
your heart out).
The meaning of "survival" be-
came apparent to the brave twelve
as they drove into the valley....
Over an hour later we left the
coast road—passing the counter-
part to the first Lokad sign—and
headed for the hot springs and
sulfur pits. We scouted the area
and filled our noses with the
pugnent aroma of sulfur.
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