Stories in Northeast

Iceland, Prose, Open road

The thing that'll always stay with me is the roads. The empty open roads that wound through the dramatic landscape.

by Aaron Davies

Northeast — Looking back over the last two weeks one thing sticks out. The roads. The long empty roads that stretched out so far in front of us - carless - for mile after dramatic mile. We covered over 2000 miles...

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