The weather forecast for all of iceland for the past week had been strong winds coming from the north, with lots precipitation, some of it snow, some of it rain, but lots of it blowing in sideways. The past few days the weather service had issued landslide warnings in the north of Iceland and closed some mountain roads to the interior.

Thanks to the forecast we had avoided much of that by stalling a bit and staying in the south, where were were sheltered from most of the wind and given warmer temperatures and sunnier skies to boot.

By the weekend this was scheduled to turn a bit into winds from the west, although by Sunday, our last day, it was to be mostly calm and sunny across the nation.

Much as I wanted to stay in the east and wander around the fjords there, and possibly see a reindeer coming down from the highlands to forage, we knew that if we wanted to see godafoss and dettifoss, and explore the baths in Myvatn, and still have time to make it back for our flight Monday, we'd need to pick up the pace.

A trail to Hangandifoss

DSC05512.JPGNear where we had camped was a trail to a waterfall, said to be one of the taller ones in Iceland, but because there were no signs and the trail was poorly marked, very few visitors actually went to the falls. We stopped at the unmarked drive and met someone leaving the parking lot on the way in, and when we arrived the lot itself was empty, looking like a dead end.

After checking the map again, grabbing the spot tracker, water, drone and camera gear, we set off toward the falls.

It wasn't completely clear where the falls actually were, DSC05539.JPGand most of the trail up there was as poorly marked as the guide said it would be. We ended up backtracking a bit and going down into a valley to find the trail again.

Making our way to the top it was possible to see a few different waterfalls, two separate rivers, and hear the sound of rushing water from multiple directions.

Climbing the hill back up from the valley, we could see a series of hilltops that might either be an end to the trail, or at least concealing the final ascent. With no trees, only the terrain itself really blocks your view of the path. We could see most of the way back down to the parking lot, and probably to our destination too, but it's still far enough away that we can't make it out.

DSC05553.JPGWe spent about forty-five minutes trekking along the path where OSM said the trail was, and found it to mostly match up with the markers we found - they didn't do much to guide our way as we went, and with only those markers we would have pretty quickly gone off course, but as we followed the trail marked on the map we found markers confirming that we were going somewhere, at least.

Eventually, we reached the ridge and could see what was obviously quite a tall waterfall, that we had seen in the distance but not really known for sure was the actuall falls we went to see.

Along thDSC05566.JPGe left of the ridge was a smaller waterfall, on the right a huge gorge with one waterfall flowing down the side of it unbroken to the bottom, but then a river was itself flowing through the gorge, carving it out, and we wondered if there wasn't more to the trail than just those two waterfalls.

Eventually we reach where the end of the trail is marked on the map, although clearly there is at least a bit more trail over the next hill, and possibly a view of the river for falls beyond responsible for carving out the canyon in the first place. I send the drone to scout ahead.

It turns out that the waterfall up ahead was Mulafoss, named from the Mulagljufur canyon it sits at the head of. The actual falls across the canyon from the endpoint of the trail was Hangandifoss. There is also a third waterfall to the southwest of the canyon that appears to be unnamed.

After seeing the distance to the falls, we decided there wasn't much more payoff for hiking further and decided to do one more trip around with the drone, then descend back down and continue on our way, pressed for time as we were.

Glacier Lake Jokulsarlon

DSC05664.JPGPressing on after descending from the Mulagljufur canyon, we drove over to the nearby glacier lake Jokulsralon, where they give tours by all manner of vehicle, from enourmous 5-ton larc-v amphibious boats, to kayak tours. 

At a nearby restaurant that does tours, they told us that it was too windy today for them to go out on the lake, but other nearby tour operators might still be going out today, and when we went down the the parking lot we saw other groups braving the windy conditions.

There have been incidents involving older WWII era amhibious boats used for tours capsizing in windy conditions, but these newer, only vietnam-era boats were much safer, so there wasn't much concern about the wind. 

DSC05627.JPGWe hung out by the beach for a while and enjoyed the view of the glaciers, and the seals playing in them.

The tourists also provided some entertainment on top of that, each vying for a unique tourist shot at the lagoon. One woman took quite some time throwing a scarf into the air in different ways to get just the right spontaneous shot.

On a nicer day with a bit more time it'd be tempting to try out the kayak tour and see a bit further into the lagoon beyond just the beach, but for the sake of progress we headed back out toward Hofn.

Stokksnes and the Vestrahorn mountains

Just past Hofn is the Stokksnes site, which has three main draws, primarily the view of the Vestrahorn mountains, and then an unused film set of a replica viking village, and the black sands beach and cliffs area, similar to Vik.

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The view is quite striking from out at the point. I took some time to hike back and forth around the penninsula to take a few shots of the mountains themselves, and the lighthouse and old norad base that was present out there.

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I took a peek over the hill to see how far the viking village was - it look to be at least a kilomter hike, and was described as built from whatever driftwood and debris they found as they were preparing for the movie that was never actually shot.

DSC05816.JPGAs it sounded like it might not be in any way historically accurate or signifigant, and having every expense spared in building it, the idea of getting sandblasted by the strong winds for the hike to see it wasn't appealing, so we opted to skip the viking village as well.

I took a few moments to see the fishermans monument instead, then we headed back toward the north, taking the tunnel through Almannaskarðsgöng and on to the north towards the small fishing villages of the eastern fjords of iceland.

There are no ruins here

DSC05865.JPGAs we made our way east and turned towards the north, we found the wind dying out, but the cold setting in.

We stopped into the small town of Reyðarfjörður to get our bearings and decide on how to proceed towards Myvatn. I really wanted to drive all the way around along the coast and take in more waterfalls, coastal towns and beaches, but we were running out of time. 

DSC05886.JPGWe saw on the map that there were a few oddities in this town, including one marked ruins. 

We drove up and down the streets next to the area, but for all we could see there was only a small playground there - perhaps something was hidden behind the brush, or we had finally found something mislabled among the POIs I had grabbed.

Eventually, we headed north through the highlands instead of around the coastal route, making a straight line for the north of Iceland, headed for Dettifoss, Godafoss and Lake Myvatn.

Myvatn, cows and falls

We arrived in Lake Myvatn around noon. Our first stop was the Myvatn Nature Baths, which has a man made lagoon heated to 50c by the output of a geothermal power plant just down the road. For an hour we took turns cycling between the huge horseshoe shaped pool and the even warmer hot tub near on the deck.

DSC05887.JPGNext we headed over to the  Vogafjos Cowshed Cafe. The cafe itself makes a point of sourcing local ingredients for everything, making their own dairy, cheese an hamburger, and getting local produce where they are able for their menu items.

But their claim to fame isn't just local food, but rather that the cowshed is actually attached to the restaurant, with windows from the dining area in to the shed where you can watch the cows graze while you dine.

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We ordered an appetizer with a bit of everything, including the liqueur they produce, smoked lamb and fish, and the cheese they produce with their dairy operation. For a main course, we went with the cheeseburger.

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When we finished, we went in to tour the shed, and another tourist came and asked us to take her picture while she petted the cow, offering to do the same in exchange. When she leaned over to pet the cow, the cow took an interest in her sweater and began chewing it. I managed to get at least seven or eight pictures with her camera of the cow consuming her sweater, but it is my singular regret in this life that I have none of my own.

Nearing evening we decided to head back to the east to see Dettifoss, hoping the snow, rain and fog we experienced on the way in to Lake Myvatn had cleared a bit so we could at least see the falls and take some pictures.

DSC05952.JPGThere are two roads in, a rougher F-road to the eastern side of the river, and paved road to the western side. We first tried the east road, but were greeted with a gate saying the road was closed, and if we had issues rescue would come at our own great expense. We headed back around to the west side.

 

Eventually we found our way to the parking lot. The parking lot was nearly empty. I think the combination of snow on the ground and it nearing dark kept the numbers low, although there were still a few people hanging around trying to get a selfie. Approaching the falls the mist began to blow back onto the path, so the closer you got the more your lens fogged up, so the technique was to position yourself, take a picture, wipe the lens and repeat.

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After trying a few longer shots and ending up with big water droplets in the way I started to wonder if the other side of the falls we had tried to approach had a better view or at least less mist.

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There were two more waterfalls in the area, but required a longer hike to get to, and it was getting dark. We decided to pack it in and begin driving back toward the west again, toward Godafoss.

DSC05962.JPGOn the way back towards Myvatn there was a geothermal hot spring area that we had passed twice now. We stopped in to see what the area was like, even though at this point it was dark. This was Hverir, the boiling mud pits. Situated at the base of Mount Namafjall, which had on the other side the Myvatn Nature Baths.

While reading about the Nature Baths area I was a little disappointed to learn that once again the natural hot spring we were visiting wasn't naturally occuring, that the "Nature Baths" were the result of the output of a power plant being redirected to a man made pool. It didn't really occur to me until I came here to Hverir and looked into the pit that the all natural version of the Nature Baths was a boiling pt of mud, hot, slimy with the buildup of salt and sulfur, and not really conducive to a nice soak.