Unfortunately, I didn't even have time to snap photos the first few days, as things were hectic. We flew to Reykjavik no problem, and then up to a small fishing village near the Arctic Circle called Isafjordur. We flew up there to do a cross country ski race called the Fossavatn. Things were sort of a blur, but we arrived in town, and we're promptly driven around from hard ware stores to ski tuning rooms, trying to figure out and apply the wax for the day, all after being up about 44 of the past 48 hours. Perhaps the lack of sleep had something to do with it, but we butchered the wax. We used very warm Klister wax, but that night a storm blew in from the North Pole, rendering the wax sticky like glue. Not much to do though, so we went with it. The conditions were near whiteout and the entire course was above timberline. I got throttled in the 50 km race, but Suz did manage to take second in the women's 25 km race. Cool. We were stoked to get the race over with, but wish we had a bit more time to acclimate. Next time. Anyhow, this photo was shot the night after the race (at around 9 p.m. or so) in front of our favorite eating establishment in town.