Late June 2007
Journeyed across calm seas to Norway and proceeded thence in a stouter vessel.  After two days' voyage, bravely ventured out onto the salty, slippery deck and fought my way forward against the wind to where sea-spray was blowing across the bows.  Clutching my coat tight round me, and shivering with cold, beheld that sight long imagined - Iceland!  Snow-capped hills, their slopes overflowing with waterfalls, water stiller and stiller as we proceeded up the fjord - and, as we reached its most interior point, a little wooden town, red and blue houses standing out against a backdrop of bright and subtle greens.

July 2007
Bidding goodbye to the North Sea, made my way westwards across the island.  Beheld many wonders: immense waterfalls, lakes of ice, and strange, savage birds.  But none of these could divert me long from my aim: to reach that isolated bay which my predecessor, Erik the Red, had made habitable with his father 1000 years ago.

On these Northern coasts, tales have long been told of witchery and elvish magic. Contrived nonetheless to find a boatman who would offer me passage.  One blustery day, the boat lurching under our feet, the Drangar shoreline emerged from the mist.   Have now the greatest respect for those who contrive, and contrived to live there.  Very cold.  Exceedingly damp.  And yet -

After conversing congenially with today's inhabitants (3-10, summer only) and partaking of their tea, was returned by boatman to more habitable lands.  Unfortunately taken ill only a little later, and returned home after consultation with Icelandic physicians. 

June 2008
Returned to Iceland and encountered a hardy gentleman who has sailed to New York in his own longship.  Was informed that it is not a difficult journey, also that sometimes the waves were taller then the mast. 

Then took passage on the cargo ship Nuka Arctica, across the stormiest part of the Northern Atlantic Ocean.  Encountered fifteen foot waves, fog and ice.  Survived to reach Greenland coast  - a bleak prospect, forbidding mountains and little human life.  Observed small city, where sheltered with friendly natives who told me many stories - but none of Erik or his followers.

July 2008
Sailed south.  After encounters with both ruby prospectors and icebergs, disembarked in a green fjord where sheep grazed and warm winds blew across the glacier.  Trekked many miles on a red road; discovered picturesque ruins, fishermen and farms.  Is this where Erik the Red finally made his home?