Our usual hockey group gets knocked onto its head a bit too often. Naturally, unusual decisions emerge while recoving from the daze. So, we decided to take our group of skater with decidedly mixed abilities onto the road for the international hockey tournament in Reykjavik, Iceland in November. Several of us managed to arrive a few days early trying to catch some sights of the place during the few hours of daylight - and it was truly spectacular. I was able to squeeze in a couple of precious runs. One run brought me along the harbor front of the capital heading east, past industrial areas, slowly turning into long stretches of frozen tundra.

In another trip we ventured further into the interior of the island with the help of a local guide and a 4-wheel drive bus. As we crested a series of mountain passes a plain stretched out in front of us. It was torn in half by a series of deep and ragged fissures in the earth which formed when the two plates making up the Atlantic sea floor drifted apart and violently tearing the crust in between. With a spectacular backdrop for yet another run I started in Northamerica (left), descended a canyon wall, and onto the Eurasian plate (right), past the hotel, the river, and the church.

Whatever remaining time was not taken up by sight-seeing, or running was spent partying - and ... ahm ... i guess a bit of hockey too. We did well and left the island a few days later undefeated with two wins and two ties under our belt.