Note: This blog post is part of a series documenting a two-week road trip through Iceland. To view the collection in full, click here. For individual posts in this series, please head to the bottom of the page where the individual links are located. Thanks for reading!
After a late-night drive through the winding north, we arrived to our campsite in Egilsstaðir in the middle of the night. We woke up once again surrounded by mountains, something relatively absent from our view over the past three days.
It's funny how quickly you become accustomed to your surroundings. I kept telling myself don't get used to this, don't get used to this... being in a geographic wonderland like Iceland for two weeks requires regular check-ins to remind yourself exactly where you are. All attempts were fruitless. Your body and mind get used to looking at the same thing – I now find myself amazed, once again, looking through the photos from the trip.
The first drive of the day took us from Egilsstaðir to Seydisfjordur along route 93 – what I call the Walter Mitty road. One of my most-anticipated drives of the trip, purely based from my love of the movie and the landscape that the route provides. Contrary to the movie, we were greeted with a blizzard.
The remainder of the day was spent driving along the Eastfjords, down dirt roads that may or may not have been actual roads.
Those roads, however, were the ones we remember the most – mostly because of the views below.
As sunset approached, we continued our drive south along Route 96 and Route 1.
Another moment I won't forget – how windy this drive was. I was frightened to open the door. Our car nearly leaned on two wheels multiple times. My knuckles hurt from how hard I was gripping the steering wheel.
Scary in the moment, fun to look back on.
We approached Höfn as the sun set. Another day in the books.