On a scorching summer day in the humble town of Gimli, Manitoba, a heroic battle takes place. It was the third day of the month of Augustus. The gathering was in celebration of a large Icelandic settlement in the area. For one hundred and fifty years my family has roamed these lands. In the sizzling sun of the prairies, the festival of Íslendingadagurinn is well underway...

Two busloads of Icelandic Roots members and volunteers – cousins and friends from North America – have returned from twelve unforgettable days in Iceland, a journey of heritage, fellowship, and remembrance. The 2025 heritage tour featured three new emigration port ceremonies and countless moments that deepened our knowledge and our shared Icelandic bonds...

Although this was the longest stretch, it was relatively easy – being a wide, flat path with little in the way of obstacles. We made it to the next camp around two in the afternoon, well ahead of the other hikers. I wasn’t taking any chances on having a bed snatched away from me, so I made straight for the warden’s cabin...