A Story About a Boy
“Travel leaves you speechless, and makes you a storyteller.”
On Saturday Nov 24, 1973, a United States Navy Douglas Super DC-3 airplane was forced to land on Sólheimasandur’s black sand beach in the south of Iceland after experiencing some severe icing. The crew survived, but the remnants of the plane remained…allowing us to have an otherworldly experience exploring it.
I remember finally stumbling upon the site and getting my first glimpse of the wreckage from the distance. I had just walked about half an hour on a marked path with the cutest boy. We had put some 70s music on and as we walked on the black sand beach, we sang along and drank Fjallagrasa Moss Schnapps we had put in a flask. It was so cold I had three layers on and two layers of socks. There was pure darkness everywhere, in fact the sky was so dark it allowed the stars and moon to show off above us. We walked closer to the plane. All that was left behind was the hollow body with the wings still attached.
There was so much beauty in the simplicity that was left behind.
As I was standing there with this boy, I looked over at him. He had these wild curls peeking out under his black wool hat, freckles all over his face, and with a flashlight in hand and inquisitive eyes, he began conjuring up all these ideas and questions of what could have happened to that plane. He was fidgeting with the pieces left behind contemplating how they worked. As I stood there staring at him in all his curiosity, I had an overwhelming desire to go to him and kiss him. I didn’t though, I let my nerves get the best of me!
Standing there though, thinking about how the remnants of that plane were still there after so many years and how people from all over the world came to appreciate it’s broken beauty, gave me peace. The moment was perfect.
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