JULY 2023 · ADVENTURE
Mountains of moss - Iceland Highlands trek, day seven
Southern Highlands, Iceland
The fog came down and the horizon went with it. No peaks, no distance, no scale. Just the near-field: moss, water, rock, the person in front of you.
Day seven was green in a way that doesn't translate easily. Not forest-green or field-green — something older and denser, a green that had been accumulating since the last eruption cooled. The moss covered everything. The slopes, the boulders, the ground between your boots. Glacial rivers ran turquoise through it, quick and cold, the colour so distinct against the green that it looked edited. The braided channels spread wide across the valley floors, each thread catching whatever flat light the fog allowed.

Somewhere mid-morning the fog closed completely. The group emerged onto a plateau with minimal visibility — maybe a hundred metres before things dissolved into grey. The moss still visible at your feet; everything else gone. A compass bearing and faith in the person who'd walked the route before. Someone stopped and checked the map; they were standing on a featureless plateau with a snow-capped mountain on the horizon, but the mountain was invisible. The map said it was there.
The moss covered everything.
Icelandic Highlands — July 2023

You adapt your eye. Without distance or sky you go close: the texture of moss, the bright yellow-green of lichen formations on a wet rock face, a geothermal pool — turquoise, hot, surrounded by vivid yellow-green moss and dark lava — appearing through the mist like something that shouldn't be there.
The signpost came as a surprise. Hand-lettered Icelandic place names, each arm pointing into the fog with complete confidence. The distances were real even if the destinations weren't visible.


By the afternoon the fog had thinned. The valley below was wide and braided with streams, volcanic peaks beginning to resolve behind layers of cloud. The full scale of it — the endless green, the corrugated ridges — arriving late, as it does on fog days.

The yellow-green lichen on a close boulder was still brighter than any of it.












