the thing about these trips is that they’re the anti-tour really.
we landed in reykjavik on the morning of one of iceland’s worst storms in years. the south coast and golden circle, the intended destination became a frozen tundra with fifty mph winds and battering ice. it was a white out and we were stuck. the attempt to drive through it was unsuccessful and we had to turn back to town, spending the day and night back in reykjavik wasn’t what i had envisioned, but it was what we got. this gave me some time to figure out a new direction. we hit the road the next morning, heading north, towards the snaefellsnes peninsula.
the drive was incredible. after a few hours we landed in the town of grundarfjordur. we had no idea what to expect, no idea what there was to do, but what we did know there was this epic mountain kirkjufell right in front of us. a local had told us about a waterfall right near the base.
so that was the next step, park and explore.
we spent some time snapping pictures of kirkjufell and the waterfall before i came to the decision that this was where we would camp for the night. we loaded up our packs, hiked up the hill past the horse pasture and pitched the tent in the field that overlooked the town, the bay and the mountain. we couldn’t have asked for a more perfect place to camp out.
another white out storm rolled in and we withstood forty mph winds and snow all throughout the night. there was a fifteen minute reprieve where mother nature blessed us with the most beautiful skies. you might call us crazy for wanting to go camping in iceland in the dead of winter, but seriously, we could not have asked for a better night. between the trill of weathering the storm and the awe of the northern lights, it was a blast.
this wasn’t the iceland expedition we expected to have, but it was what we got. and damn, was it incredible!