No gas that would match our stove in the shop in Hólmavík.
Maybe tomorrow. So we join the gas blockade and drive proudly off into the Icelandic wilderness.
After a seal watching stop the asphalt ends. Free coffee in Djupavík hotel, the house that still keeps Djupavík on the map. Wind and cold outside.
In Ingolfsfjörður the road enters a river. It looks deeper than when I was here last time. Feels safer to ask the farmer nearby. He looks at our worn clothes and instructs us that since it is high tide, the upper crossing point is safer. During low tide it would be the one below.
We leave the car at the bridge over Hvalá and start climbing. After some initial detour following the coordinates I found online, we locate the thundering waterfall, Drynjandi. Although we only see the upped part of it, it is an impressive sight. On top of that a faint sunshine appears on the landscape opposite us.
Then we dive into fog and rain. We see glimpses of the plateau with boulders disappearing into whiteness, snow patches and a big lake that looks like a sea. The compass cannot decide which side is north. Boots give up on holding the water outside. Gloves are wet already. Finally we see the river below that leads us to Eyvindarfjarðará, a river full of waterfalls. In front of the first big one we locate a grassy spot that is not splashing wet. Best campsite ever, except for the rain and the cold dinner. To get warm we escape into our sleeping bags.
road to Strandir

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