F35 took us up north to Myvatn area. It’s the easiest and shortest of the two highland roads across Iceland. The 170km of gravel road was uneventful, dare to say a bit boring. In Myvatn on the other hand, we don’t know what to do first.
Reykjahlid is a tiny village, and a base for walking in, on, and around a volcano. Hverir, Hverfjall, Dimmuborgir, Hofdi, Skitusgadir. No, these are not trolls, but amazing volcanic sights in the area. Baby’s first stinky geology lesson. Hopefully he can hold his breath, the sulphurous air was like a rotting eggs party.
Dettifoss is a mighty waterfall, so powerful you feel like you are the one needing a diaper. It is a huge crack in the earth and a calm river that at one point just goes mad. Godafoss, a waterfall of the gods, is majestic and elegant. Not sure what it is about waterfalls, but Baby has not been awake to see a single one yet.
The highlight of the day was an unplanned hike in Vesturdalur national park. Unreal rock formations, as if trolls themselves built it. A short talk to the ranger and no tourists around, we could not resist setting up baby in a carrier just one more time despite the late hour. Luckily, the polar day is very long. Much longer than this post.
