After five pleasant sailing days from Iceland, Reindeer approached the Faroes at mid-afternoon on the sixth day. Mysterious, misty, mammoth mountains loomed up ahead. Cloud banks clung to the mysteriously jagged rows of cliffs before us. While the weather and winds had been favorable and cooperative during our 450-mile sail on the open sea, here the vervent, cragged heights seemed to alter the temperature and atmosphere. Something felt inviting and welcoming in the air.