Fjords of the Ring
An Iceland Cycle-to-Ski Saga
Cody Cirillo enjoys the frigid descent into the Troll Peninsula after a week of cycling through heinous winds, blizzards and ice roads. The reward at the end of the road? Gas station hot dogs, of course.
Words, Photos and Captions Matthew Tufts
Approximately 3,000 feet directly beneath the summit of the morning’s ski descent—directly not referring to fall line, but plumb line—Cody Cirillo squinted over his shoulder into the darkness. A distant rumble roared a couple miles behind the bobbing red light strapped to his skis.
“As if the bike to ski community wasn’t niche enough, I’m glad we’re in the vanguard of cycle-to-ski spelunking,” I called ahead, my voice echoing across cavernous walls.
Cody smirked and coughed in the dry, dusty air. We weren’t cycling around the base of the mountain; we were cycling through it.
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