We still had two days before we would leave. To my disappointment, I was forced to spend my time preparing for our trip. Our last evening was spent with Mr. Fridriksson, who I had come to like very much. At five in the morning, I woke up to the sound of four horses, which we would use on our journey to Sneffels. By six o'clock, everything was ready. Mr. Fridriksson shook hands with us. My uncle thanked him warmly in Icelandic.