In August of 2025, Troy and I spent 14 days walking across Iceland from the Greenland Sea in the north to the North Atlantic in the south. Our route covered roughly 340 miles.
We saw immense beauty, including massive glacially-fed waterfalls, ice caps spanning the horizon, fumaroles scatter across the landscape, miles of disorderly lava fields, and rhyolite mountains draped in fluorescent green moss.
The natural beauty is unparalleled, but my favorite part was the silence of the desolate central highlands (that is, when the winds weren’t howling). With no megafauna, minimal air traffic, and a paucity of travelers through this region, the stillness was one I’ve only experienced similarly in remote pockets of the Brooks Range or Grand Canyon. I’m grateful that silence like this still exists.
We soaked in geothermal hot springs, got battered by wind, and wore our rain gear more often than not.
All in all, it was a lovely walk.
Trip Report, Gear List, and Learnings
