Day 2: Vík
Vík í Myrdal is a tiny town on Iceland's southernmost tip. Only 291 people live there (which I still think sounds like a lot) and is the largest town within a 43 mile distance. It is situated right below mount Katla, a volcano that threatens its eventual destruction. It's most known for its stone structures, black sand beach and church on a hill. Here is my journal entry from spending 1 night and 1 day there:
.....Last night was very cold. Maybe I don't have all the gear I need, I made it, but we have a really long trip ahead of us if every night is going to be that cold. The first thing we did today was explore the black sand beach, and yes, the sand was black from the erosion of volcanic rock, and it wasn't rough like you would think but it's very fine. I'm taking some home with me. The town steeple looks so pretty from the beach.
After maneuvering through some rocks, we found where the puffins like to hang out - I really wasn't expecting to see any so I was excited to try and get some photos of them. We then went on the search for the Icelandic turf farm designated as a UNESCO world heritage site, but no luck. The rain didn't help. Instead, we saw a massive patch of dried up land that fills with glacial water after an eruption, and then made a stop at Skogafoss. I do enjoy taking long exposures, but the equipment I need to do it takes too long to set up and after 3, maybe 4 waterfalls it is kind of annoying (it definitely is to Andy, I know that).
I have not been able to find stable WiFi, so I apologize to those wanting to know where I am. It's kind of nice to not check my email though. We also come by few bathrooms, that will always take getting used to. We're probably spending the rest of this afternoon heading back toward Selfoss, so we can get back to Reyjavik and the Blue Lagoon for our last day.
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It began down pouring, so we actually decided to backtrack and find the turf houses. Turns out, they aren't close to where we were at all, and were about 2 hours away. We really should've turned back early on, but we had come too far. They were nestled way back in the middle of nowhere, almost all the way in Skaftafell on the Southwest edge. We came through some really cool sites on the way, like miles and miles of the most bizarre lumps of moss that are actually remnants of the lava outflow from the Laki volcano eruption in the 1700s. We saw a field of cairnes, flood plains, lots and lots of waterfalls, farms, and sheep. We drove much further than we expected, but the ride made it worthwhile. No idea where we'll run out of gas, literally and figuratively, but we'll set up camp somewhere.