Jason Sanders
Stories (2/0)
Discovering the Icelandic Hot Pot
Checking in at the pool, I show my Reykjavik City Card and am given a soft rubber bracelet with a sensor built in and given directions to the locker rooms. I’m greeted on my way by a full body sign reminding me that I must properly clean my hair, underarms, swim trunk area and my feet before entering the pools. I’m assured that if I have any questions, I can ask the shower attendant.
By Jason Sandersabout a year ago in Wander
The Winter Climb
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin we'd rented for the weekend. As we climbed the hill, Renee tried to keep our wheels set in the powdery grooves left by some other vehicle before us but it felt like the road was driving us rather than the other way around. We slowed as she navigated a particularly tight curve and I felt my stomach sink at the distinct sensation of tires spinning without purchase. The tell-tale whir of a revving engine filled my ears as our progress suddenly ceased. Renee eased off the gas and we slid gently down the road a few inches as the packed ice beneath the powder carried us to a gentle stop.
By Jason Sandersabout a year ago in Wander