Mountains And Gravel Roads

Remember I talked about Fish-Lamb-Skyr, being the vast majority of locally produced food, you can imagine the source of all that fish, and sheep are everywhere. They dot every field, dots being not so photogenic. So here come some taking a mosey down the Gravel Road in the Mountain.

Which gives us a chance to talk about Icelandic wool. What makes it so special is that it’s so water repellent.

From “The wool of Icelandic sheep is unique in that it contains two different types of hair that serve as a natural barrier from wet and cold weather. The outer layer is composed of coarse, long hair known in Icelandic as tog. The tough and fleecy tog is a water-resistant layer. Underneath the tog, there is a layer of short hair, known in Icelandic as þel. The softer þel layer keeps the sheep snug and warm even in the worst of weather conditions. If any moisture escapes through the water-resistant tog layer, the þel is able to keep the animal warm even when wet. These dual layers, when combined in knitted clothing, provide the same kind of protection for the human body, even in rain or snow.”

Leaving Hotel Framtid my idea was to go straight to Vök Baths, well not exactly straight because I thought to enjoy a couple more of the fjords before returning to The Ring Road resulting in, and I should have checked this! connecting through Mountains and Gravel Roads.

I’ve seen that design of poles in many places and now I finally see what they’re for, flags. Here’s the entrance to another fancy hot bath.

The picture on the right is from their website. Notice the ladders out of the pools and into the sea.
Emerging from a dip in the North Atlantic Ocean…where it’s cold…
I’m here, where it’s warm.

Now we have to cross over another mountain (Fjarðarheiði mountain pass) to reach Seyðisfjörður ​[ˈseiːðɪsˌfjœrðʏr̥] described by Lonely Planet as a delightful and bohemian place so I thought ok, good, bohemian, I wonder what that will be like.

Delightful and bohemian? That is a hoity-toity Silversea ship!
I couldn’t find the year-round population of the town but I would wager it to be less than the number of people on that ship.
I do like these two buildings, and here’s another rainbow walk. On the left, you can’t see the building, there’s a good restaurant, my fresh fish was delicious, and the restaurant was occupied almost entirely by the ship’s crew. What a smash-up-side-my-head of déjà vu. I could close my eyes and be 35 years younger.
And the well-regarded church.
Bon Voyage. They have a fishing fleet and a fish factory here too.

Now it’s time for more Mountains and Gravel Roads. And this time man did I get cranky because…

…because it wasn’t just the Mountains, or just the Gravel Roads, it was the construction (the rain isn’t even worth mentioning!).

I zigzagged through pushing machines, digging machines, pounding machines, and once the area of machines was done I hit the worst gravel road so far. When I arrived at Guesthouse Blábjörg I was feeling the twitch come on. But then…
…a nice pint of pale ale at their bar, my favorite, and A Midnight Sun! My first!
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