We had checked off a handful of well-known sights already on our three days in Iceland: soaking in the Blue Lagoon, zipping up close to icebergs in a zodiac and hiking up to Svartifoss, an impressive waterfall tumbling over Jenga-like basalt columns.
On the fourth day, when we woke up to rain and wind rattling our cozy hotel room windows, it would have been easy to stay in bed and replay those memories from under our down comforters. Could I really be wowed by our scheduled trip to the Westman Islands, a collection of 15 mostly deserted outcroppings off Iceland’s south coast?
Kirsten Harrington 