The Faroe Islands — nestled smack in the middle of a triangle in the North Atlantic formed by Norway, Iceland, and Scotland — are, on the surface, a terrible place for a solar eclipse. They’re often cloaked in clouds. The weather’s erratic. And all the tropospheric volatility makes any attempt at prediction a crapshoot. Yet there I was, driving around the windswept islands in a tinny Suzuki rental car at dawn on Friday, March 20, searching desperately for any signs of blue sky on the horizon.