from Bolungarvík to Furufjörður, 17,08 km

It gets hot in the tent around six when sun has finished its tour around the mountain ridge. When it was behind the ridge then it was quite chilly. Birds sing on top of their voices.
The way to the neighboring fjord goes on the edge of the sea because the fjords are separated by a wall of mountain. At first I reach a dead end, climb higher next to it and discover that people have been here before me. Enjoy the view and the day, a seagull on the cliff does the same. Dandelions are blossoming.
Further it goes some time pretty swiftly when balancing on the rocks can be described like that. Then is a bottleneck. Foaming waves between rocks and vertical cliff next to it. I read a chapter and wait for low tide. No hurry. When it seems that water has receded a bit, I take off pants, pack things watertight and jump in. Reach the rock on the corner and bounce back. Behind the corner water reaches up to my chest occasionally. Clothes back on and a try on the wall. Turn back from half way. Too dangerous. Water seems to have been receded more. Pants off, sandals on, raincover on pack. I reach the rock on the corner with no worries, the next stretch does not look good enough yet. Stay on the rock, study the waves. Complicated choreography, always new original moves. Finally it appears that after two really big ones the water lingers a while before a medium mass of water hits. Wait for the right moment, jump in and the medium size gets my bum wet but I manage to escape. Next, between two cliffs where water was rushing before it is now possible to walk with dry feet. Had I waited longer it would have possibly been less adventurous but I thought that low tide was at two. Seems that it is around four. Crossing rivers is easier. I get the idea that water in a sea moves up and down but how do I know if it is currently up or down or on its way to either side when I've never been here before and don't know how it looks at one or the other extreme, this is something I don't get.
Far away is the emergency shelter next to which is the campsite. I scare ducks away from rocks.
Today was meant to be a short walk with big bag and a light excursion to a jug-shaped rock. Now messing with the sea has taken most of the day and I should hurry. Or go there tomorrow with all gear. But maybe I can't get through and there will be the same problem with water level. Or not go there at all. I had planned to cross the mountain over to next valley but it looks impassable so I'm kind of undecided. A really impregnable fjord. Since I can't ask anybody I might as well check out the landscape by the sea.
First time after Ísafjörður I remove long underwear. Boots have also got dry.
There's a nice new house at the bottom of the bay with a place to cross the river. Since I'm without sandals this time my soles count every hard and slippery rock. Scaring the swans as an extra.
Long swampy landscape through the valley. Half way to Kanna the cliff drops straight into sea. The sea is filled with rocks covered in slippery algae. With sandals I would walk through since water is calm but I don't know when the water plans to rise again and I'm only half way to the tip of the peninsula. So I decide to end my water adventures here. Have a picnic, look at patters on rocks and shimmering blue sea. I've seen big rocks before. Maybe I'm motivated by the book that waits in the tent.
Clouds arrive from over the glacier together with strong wind. After dinner it's blue skies again over the glacier only the rest of the sky is filled with clouds now.
from Barðsvík to Bolungarvík, 20,83 km
from Furufjörður to Reykjafjörður, 13,95 km

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