Heimaey, HelgaFell & Eldfell
Iceland's Island Communities
Reindeer's 1976 Transatlantic Crossing
Tuesday, June 30, 1976
Voyage blog entry #21
Soaking wet, cold and tired, I floated ashore and encountered three beautiful, yet reticent Icelandic lasses: Heimaey, HelgaFell and Eldfell. They had been waiting ashored-ly for my/our arrival. And they had been practiced in waiting for and on others when they returned from the sea.
As Reindeer entered their harbored world, these three surrounded, even enticed all of our crew with their magical beauty. But to say they lured us would be partially true. Reindeer and our captain chose to turn into their community. No we did not as they, they lured our entire crew as we steered into their intriguing village hideaway.
On a cool, foggy and drizzling day, we entered Heimaey's harbor and explored the town and the remnants of its near volcanic extinction 3 years before our arrival in 1976 The whole day was an intriguing day of discovery. This kind of place was what I had imagined would be part of our voyage. When I had read The Odyssey in high school, I had often imagined Odysseus' 10-year exploits and adventures returning to his homeland and his beloved wife, Penelope. My fascination with his journey frequently became a teaching tool in some of my English classes back in the states. While I had not imagined myself sailing an "epic" or "heroic" voyage, I had envisioned exploring foreign lands and mysterious islands. I could now actually understand how sea stories teased the human imagination. As Reindeer approached Heimaey, I felt I was living in a scene from an epic tale, some Homeric adventure story. The setting felt almost too surreal to exist, but this fishing community that lived beside two volcanos would stimulate any imagination to wonders. Some other photos of the eruptions and how the townspeople saved their homes in 1973.
We visit that cave we we leave the harbor.