I flew into Keflavik International Airport on Thanksgiving day. After backpacking alone around Western Europe for a month, I was finishing my trip by meeting a friend in Iceland.
I picked up Abby at the airport at 6 A.M. and we started our drive north toward Akureyri, where we planned to stay for a few nights. Because of the season, the days were short and the nights long. Even starting so early in the day, we were in the dark for hours still. After driving for awhile, the blue night sky shifted to white as we became caught in a terrible blizzard and were forced to turn back. Having both grown up in Central Illinois, we’ve driven through our fair share of harsh winter weather—but when an Icelandic trucker turned around and flagged us down to do the same, we knew it was in our best interest to follow suit.