the fog setting in over Djúpavík
Me and my friend Steve took an impromptu roadtrip to the eastern westfjords, where a gravel road winds north along Húnaflói, through tiny villages and abandoned farms.
Steve and Krossneslaug
We saw more sheep than people, one dog, no horses, and a lot of natural hotsprings. We bathed at Gvendarlaug, Drangsnes, Gjögur and finally Krossneslaug. We met our friends cousins at the Kört museum, and ate coffee and cakes at the only 2 cafes in the region. We passed the deserted herring factory in Djupavik, and ended our trip at another deserted factory in Ingólfsfjörður.
another deserted fishing factory at the end of the road
Kjolur is old and often traveled route across Iceland. Its a highland pass between two glaciers that makes it possibly to go from the south to the north in a couple hundred kilometres. It´s always fun to take the first Kjolur ride of the season, because sometimes the road hasn´t opened yet since its a dirt road only open during the summer. In the winter it gets buried under metres of snow, and the only way across is by snowmobile. We had our first tour start June 21 this year, and there was still metres of snow.
so much snow
There were just a few sections that were impassable, but it wasn´t such a problem to take 20 riders and our herd of 100 horses accross or around the snow. The real problem was our chef who had to follow in the jeep with our trailer full of luggage and food. By the second day into the trip, the tractors working 24/7 had managed to clear some snow. But by the fourth day when we really had to keep going, we passed the tractors, still shoveling away, and somehow so did the keep.
It was a 6 day ride across Kjolur with 19 happy Europeans and not a drop of rain, and we all came home with sun-kissed noses and suitcases full of warm clothes we didnt have to use since it hit 20°c almost every day. Hopefully that luck carries on in the next weeks, and some of that snow might finally be gone in time for trip number two.