It’s that exciting time of end-of-year lists! A summary of the five most popular blog posts from Wilderness Coffee & Natural High. Click on the individual links to see the full description and the photo’s. I hope to keep inspiring you with natural highs that come from being surrounded by the beauty of nature.
The scrambling track to Klif, with ropes down the slope and a beacon of light on the top. You can haul yourself up this stunning cliff along ropes and chains attached to the upper parts. That may sound a bit discouraging, but it’s well worth the effort. There’s also that incredible view of a multitude of jumbled rocks.
Blátindur is that imposing peak rising up above Herjólfsdalur, beyond the daunting peaks of Dalfjall. It takes a bit of effort to scramble up, but you’ll be rewarded with some truly jaw-dropping views. Including Blátindur casting its mighty shadow majestically into the bowl of Herjólfsdalur, if you go in the afternoon.
Herjólfsdalur is intimidatingly beautiful, whichever angle you look at it. A giant natural amphitheatre, with stupendous rocks rising up on all sides as you enter the valley. The walk along the top ridge is not to be missed. The distraction rate is very high, with a great density of spectacular sights and features.
The walk to the top of Eldfell is the one every visitor to Heimaey wants to do. The famous volcano that erupted out of nowhere in 1973. You can gawk onto the impressive lava flow that was furiously roiling & boiling only a few decades ago, and single-handedly enlarged the island by several square kilometers.
Helgafell has sweeping views of brooding volcanoes and a heart-shaped crater. For a long time, Helgafell was the ruling volcano on Heimaey. The one that merged the chain of rocks to the north and Stórhöfði to the south into the present island, its classic volcano-shaped silhouette dominating the interior.
Heimaklettur, the iconic Home Rock of Vestmannaeyjar. It looks a bit inacessible at first sight, but there are ladders and chains along the path to the top. When it gets dark, people like to light candles on it. The end of the year they get totally out of control, with a multitude of candles all over the upper slopes.
Mount Taranaki on the north island of New Zealand. The mythical mountain that is obscured from view most days of the year, shrouded by its own low-hanging clouds. But now it stood there, clearly visible, and beckoning in all its glory. I literally skidded to a halt, and changed my course there & then. It was calling me and I had to go.