This is not your average travelogue. This is about one man’s serendipitous trip to Iceland in January 2016. People asked, some indignant and puzzled, Why Iceland? The author lives in Syracuse, a land of its own ice and snow. The stock reply was: Anyone can go south in the winter. I’m going north, way north. I want to find my true north. To paraphrase Martin Luther’s famous sin boldly dictum, the author would travel boldly, by himself. This is a curious travelogue in that much of it - perhaps more than half of it - describes an Iceland of the mind. If you read further, you will get glimpses of a land of fire and ice. And of the author.