Monday, November 30, 2015

Hordur of Hofelsdalur

From my book-in-progress about my Iceland expeditions 2000-2004!

"Hypothermic and dehydrated, I knocked on the door of a windswept cabin at the bottom of the Hoffel Valley. It was opened by a stout Icelander, Hordur of Hoffel, who welcomed me into his warm home, miles from any village. Though the calendar read AD 2000, Hordur's way of life -- shepherding sheep and extracting hardy crops from near permafrost -- made his life materially little different from that of the earliest Icelanders, a thousand years before. The calendar might have read AD 1000."