A Prayer, I Think

If I remember correctly, I took a picture of this plaque at the bottom (or was it the top) of Helgafell, a small mountain in Iceland near Stykkishólmur. According to legend, if you climb it without speaking or looking back once and make a wish at the top it will be granted. I climbed with my family. My oldest child raced ahead and barely made three steps onto the path before turning around to shout something at us. The rest of us did better, but it was slippery and in April there was still snow in places. I slipped up at the very top, accidentally asking out loud, “Does this count as the top or is it over there?” It must have been over there because my wish didn’t come true.