Midnight Sun on Grímsey Island

Camping on Grímsey Island, Iceland’s only bit of land that crosses the Arctic Circle, is like stepping into another rhythm of life—one ruled by endless daylight. During the midnight sun, the sun never sets, just loops lazily across the sky, dipping but never disappearing. Time becomes a blur. You forget when to sleep, so instead, you embrace every glowing moment.

Our tent perched near the cliffs, we watched as the light painted the island in a soft, golden hue—at 2 a.m., 3 a.m., it didn’t matter. What pulled us in most, though, was the island’s bustling puffin colony. The cliffs were alive with movement as puffins returned from fishing trips, beaks brimming with tiny silver fish for their hidden pufflings tucked safely in burrows.

There’s something humbling about watching these little seabirds work tirelessly through the constant day, their colorful beaks flashing against the sea. Grímsey might be small, but it holds a powerful charm—wild, wind-swept, and full of life.

In a world where we often chase the sun, here it waits for you—steadfast and bright, refusing to set. Camping on Grímsey during the midnight sun is not just a visit, but a quiet surrender to time itself.