Day 5 – Highway To The Thermal Zone

October 19, 2018

Seydisfjordur to Myvatn

In order to see the northern lights one must have all three of the following: solar activity, clear(ish) skies and little light pollution. Last night there was a slight chance (a score 3 out of 9) for solar activity and clear skies. Our hostel was on the outskirts of town.

That was enough for Andy to set his alarm for midnight with hopes to see his first northern light show.

There were a few stars out at midnight so Andy got dressed and headed outside. He looked up and immediately saw a shooting star.

He was happy. It wasn’t too cold and the sky kept clearing. He was hopeful. He called his parents, blogged and saw a few more shooting stars.

Around 1:30am the temperature dropped and the wind picked up, but Andy persisted.

At 1:45am he thought he heard chickens. Fearing he was hallucinating, he thought it was time for bed but he kept hearing them and remembered the hostel offered fresh chicken eggs for 50ISK. Then he heard the ducks calling.

He couldn’t help but laugh.

He returned inside around 2:15am disappointed but content with the multiple shooting stars. Laurie was sound asleep spread across the double bed but easily moved over to let Andy in.

We both had trouble opening our eyes when the alarm went off at 7 am. We bargained with one another and finally got up at 8. We opted to eat on the road to save precious time and daylight. It was going to be another jam packed day.

Our first stop was a waterfall just past the hostel in the opposite direction. The morning air was fresh and only a few clouds hung in the sky. We scampered up the hillside, Laurie aching to just keep hiking.

The constant feeling of needing to keep moving to see it all has been the hardest part of this trip. The weather makes it really hard to plan and there is just too much beauty to see in 10 days.

Essentially this trip feels like a scouting trip so we will know where to come and spend more time next time we come. (And there will be a next time – this country is amazing!!)

We stopped off at Gufufoss waterfall on our way back up the hairpin turns.

On the way down from the pass we noticed a car on the side of the road facing us at an awkward angle. We slowed and stopped to help an older French couple who had veered off the road and buried their wheels in the steep bank.

We were the first of 7 cars to stop and try to help. It was amazing to see how helpful everyone was. Andy and another gentleman attempted to push the car out but the wheels spun and dug deeper into the loose soil.

Ultimately a suave Icelandic driver backed the car down further into the ditch to level it out a bit and gain traction. He then slowly and methodically drove backwards partway up the bank. A big rig positioned itself on the narrow 2 lane road to pull the car out. The locals strapped one end of a tow rope to the car and one to the truck.

As the truck driver slowly inched forward and Mr. Suave slowly drove in reverse, the right rear wheel of the car came off the ground. After a few tense moments all four wheels were on tarmac once again. All the bystanders applauded the efforts of the friendly and helpful locals.

From here it was a long 2 hour stretch through snowy alpine tundra and along a river.

We have been checking the road conditions religiously since we are not in a 4wd car. The road to Dettifoss indicated there were patches of ice but it was fine to drive. We were reassured to see the road was paved all the way to the west side parking lot.

Dettifoss is the largest waterfall in Europe. It is much wider than most and the amount of water that thunders down is insane- according to one guidebook 500 cubic meters (17,700 cubic feet) of water spill over the ledge every second.

The area around the falls is all volcanic and it was fun walking around what felt like a Mars like environment.

Selfoss was a 1 km walk upstream and was a smaller but similarly powerful waterfall. While Dettifoss is a singular and long waterfall at a ~45° angle, Selfoss is more of a bowl shaped waterfall and very pretty in its own right.

Back in the car we drove to Krafla, past a power plant and up to the caldera which was formed during the volcanic activity of the 1970-1980s known as the “Krafla- fires.”

On the way down we saw a bunch of cars and one tour bus parked in a snowy parking lot. Tour buses are our indication of something interesting so we followed the muddy footprints through the snow to the colorful crater of Leirhnjukur.

The sulphur smell was strong but the light blue water and surrounding orange clay provided a nice contrast to the dark molten lava and snow.

We were happy we made the side trip but yet again there was so much to see and it was already 3:30pm. With 2 hours of daylight remaining we opted to skip seeing more geothermal mud pits and instead turned toward the underground hot spring of Grjótagjá.

Unfortunately it is too hot to swim in but to the hands it was nice and the water was incredibly clear. On the way out Andy hit his head on a rock neither of us saw, resulting in a sizeable welt on his forehead (what Armenians call a shishka).

Laurie of course started laughing as Andy asked rubbing his booboo, “Ah, what was that?”

“A rock probably” spit out Laurie amidst giggles.

“Yes, definitely a rock ” confirmed Laurie after lightly hitting her head on the same rock.

Our last stop of the day was the 3,280 foot wide crater of Hverfell. We hurried up the steep path along the side of the crater trying to stay warm. The strong wind whipped sand at our faces near the top.

Once at the top we stayed long enough to take one picture before turning our backs to the wind and heading down.

We checked into our bed and breakfast and went out to eat a nice, tasty farm to table meal.

The restaurant was called Vogafjós Cowshed Cafe. They use the word “cowshed” quite literally as there were cows eating hay right next to the dining room, but that did not stop us from ordering a burger.

We split that and a lamb flank. With so many sheep grazing about we had to try some of the local cuisine.

We are now cozy in bed in our tiny little room with a wall of windows. Fingers crossed for an active evening of northern lights! Today’s score is 4 out of 9 so there may be some green lights overhead..

Tonight we are grateful for sunshine and farm to table restaurants.

Dettifoss

Selfoss (or Selfiefoss if you’re Laurie)

Krafla

Leirhnjukur

Leirhnjukur hot shower (there’s a sink next to it too!)

Grjótagjá hot spring cave

Hverfell crater

Day 4 – East Iceland in Rain and Fog

October 18, 2018

Hoffell to Seydisfjordur

We woke up excited for the day. We had planned to enjoy the hot pools prior to breakfast, then drive to play at the base of a glacier followed by a scenic drive along the eastern coast of Iceland.

Well, only one of those happened.

We got to the hot springs around 730am. No one was around. No attendant and no wind either. But it was sprinkling and foggy.

We dipped our toes in each of the 5 pools having a Goldilocks moment as we chose which pool to submerge our bodies. We sat for about 15 minutes in the 2nd warmest pool, savoring the quiet morning and warmth of the water.

We had splurged on our hotel thanks to funds from wonderful friends and family who contributed to our wedding registry.

The stay included breakfast which was nothing fancy but did include homemade bread and interesting jams (cayenne and red pepper jam anyone?) along with the usual European continental breakfast options.

As we gathered our things the rain picked up so we decided to forgo the opportunity to explore the nearby glacier.

The entire drive we kept hoping to turn a corner and see sunshine or at least a lighter layer of clouds but no luck. Our drive consisted of mainly rain and fog.

Andy was especially bummed because the forecast called for partly sunny skies after 12 pm. He knows better than to trust weather forecasts but we had been told that Verdur.is is usually accurate.

The road hugged the coastline with alternating views of a jagged rocks and rolling hills with roaming sheep.

A few miles after getting gas, which, if you’re an American with a US credit card you can’t do at the pumps because our credit cards are not set up with pins for purchases, we drove through a 6 kilometer tunnel.

Andy stopped at one point to touch the walls, expecting it to be very cold and smooth. But instead it was very sharp rock at normal temps.

The tunnel was so long Laurie was hopeful there would be sunshine on the other end, but unfortunately this was not the case.

Around 3:30pm, as we crossed through Egilsstadir, the rain let off and the skies became a bit lighter.

We drove next a long narrow lake which was the home to Iceland’s largest forest. At the end of the lake we took a 40 minute hike up a hill to see Iceland’s 3rd tallest waterfall – Hengifoss. This 128 meter high waterfall is unique because of the red layers of clay between the basalt.

It felt great to be moving in the cool fresh air. As we descended back to our car the sun broke through the clouds (unfortunately in the opposite direction than we were heading).

We attempted to hike to one last waterfall before the sun set but the “short walk” wasn’t so short. We turned around after the seeing the lower of the two falls.

The 9 hours of day light seems like a long time but there is so much to see in this country we always seem to be racing against the clock toward the end of the day.

Also, we don’t believe we’ve mentioned this yet but we have a total of 11 days in Iceland and are driving the Ring Road around the country. It’s enough time to do so but getting the most out of each day takes planning and the understanding that you simply can’t see it all.

We have been booking our accommodations one day ahead of time. This particular evening we chose a coastal town with hopes of clearer skies and an increased chance of seeing the northern lights.

We did not expect the road to gain altitude and take us through snowy alpine tundra before dropping back down to the sea. By now the sun had set and the evening glow reflected off the snowy hills and lakes. It was beautiful! Andy did a great job driving slowly and we both took comfort in our studded winter tires.

We slowly made our way down the hairpin turns to the small town of Seydisfjordur nestled at the end of a long fjord. The twinkling lights at the edge of the water reminded Laurie of small towns in Switzerland.

We made dinner at the hostel and chatted with Max from England and 2 women from Switzerland. We planned out the next day and went to bed with a plan to wake up at midnight in hopes of seeing the northern lights.

Tonight we are grateful for optimism and thermal pools to ourselves.

The only wildlife Laurie can capture without them running away (:

How Laurie spends most of her time in the car..😴

Hengifoss

Day 3 – Glaciers and Oceans

October 17, 2018

Vik to Hoffell

The wind howled all night knocking on our window. It was hard to get used to the sound because it came in powerful gusts but eventually sleep won over.

Andy once again woke up at 3am. This time he researched trucks with pop up campers and the Icelandic Craigslist for used 4×4’s.

Around 7am it started to get light. According to the one website with decent weather reports today was supposed to be cloudy until noon, then partly sunny. We wanted an early start to make the most of the day.

We left our guest house – braving the wind and hoping our Renault Cleo could handle the strong gusts.

We drove through open pastures with grazing sheep and horses. The sun began to rise over the horizon occasionally obstructed by clouds. Volcanic rocks covered in moss scattered our surroundings as far as the eye could see.

There was so much to see it was hard to keep driving.

We arrived at Skaftafell National Park around 9 am, payed our 750ISK entrance fee and joined the majority of the other visitors on the 2 km walk up to Svartifoss falls.

The trails in Iceland are well constructed and made out of gravel to be accessible in all seasons.

We gained elevation quickly, passing a bunch of people with large cameras and tripods.

The falls were nice but not as impressive as some that we had seen. What makes these falls unique are the basalt hexagonal pillars, that are formed by cooling lava, the water flows over.

While most head back down to their cars, we choose to continue hiking east toward Skaftafellsnokull glacier. After a short climb we were up on a plateau walking by small shrubs.

The clouds began to clear and snow capped hills and glaciers began popping into view. It was beautiful to see the green hillsides transition into snowy hillsides.

Our first view of Skaftafellsnokull glacier came into view. We were both tempted to keep hiking up to get better views but we knew there would be more sights down the road.

We reluctantly headed down the trail, stepping down wooden plank steps and through puddles covered by autumn leaves.

We drove another 10 minutes down the road to a gravel road that took us to the tongue of Svinafellsjokull glacier. We hiked along a rocky cliff to get some nice views of the glacier until the trail became super sketchy. It was exposed, with very loose soil and it was very windy. Not a great combo when faced with a 100ft drop into the lake.

It was a bumpy ride back to the main road but Andy did a great job avoiding the major pot holes and keeping the underbody of our rental car happy.

As we drove, the views kept getting better and better. Glaciers to the north and ocean waves to the south. Never before had we seen glaciers running so low in elevation.

The wind picked up greatly as we attempted to “hike” along the Jökulsárlón glacial lagoon. The wind was so forceful it caused us to stagger and even walk backwards at times.

White caps hurried across the lake surface and icebergs bobbed up and down in the waves. Rainbows formed in the mist from water crashing over the icebergs.

Our “walk” didn’t last long as it was slow going and occasionally our faces were pelted with sand or other forms of earthy debris. Andy had even more fun when the straps of his backpack whipped him in the face.

We joined the crowds at Black Sand Beach where icebergs lay like seals on the dark sand.

After exploring the icebergs and getting black sand in our teeth and nostrils we drove the remaining hour to our hotel.

We chose to stay in a small village up the valley from the town of Hofn. We were hoping to see the northern lights and the less light pollution the better. We had a view of Hoffellstindur glacier from our room.

The Hoffell hot spring was 1 km down the road. When we pulled up there were 2 large RVs and a few other cars already there. The wind was still ripping and the walk from the changing room to the hot tub was painfully cold.

We were told that all the tubs were of similar temperature, however the 2 empty ones were exposed to the wind. We sunk into the warm water only to get cold 10 minutes later.

Our evening dip was short but we vowed to come back in the morning to watch the sunrise.

We fell asleep quickly in our cozy room after making a plan for the next day.

Tonight we are grateful for clear skies and hot showers.

Svartifoss