A tiny yellow flower poked its way under the flap of our tent - the first hint that it would be a beautiful sunny day. We crawled out of the tent to discover that we had spent the night in a high saddle. We couldn't see anything while pitching the tent in the rain, fog, and wind, but this morning, the panorama was amazing. I don't know the words to describe how it feels to wake-up to sunshine and an awesome view after so many days of rain. What a gift for our last day on the trail. We left the tent set up and our clothes and shoes strewn about for a chance to dry in the sunlight, (loosing the water weight would make our packs so much lighter for the day's walk), and enjoyed breakfast with a view.
For the first time, we had perfect weather, and a little extra time to spare. We had left ourselves only a few hours of hiking to finish the 74KM trail today, so we decided to backtrack while our gear dried in the sun, and see what we had missed in our hurry through the rain last night.
We packed our bags and continued along the final stage. Descending through sheep-dotted green valleys and toward a cove.
As soon as we reached the black sand beach at Brúnavík, Derek ran into the Norwegian Sea for a refreshing swim. We didn't need to rush, so we sat on the sand and enjoyed being warm in the sun.
After a final climb on the grassy slopes leading up to Brúnavíkurskarð, we met many other walkers on their way from town to spend the day at the beach. The view over Bakkagerði was sweet but sad. There was nothing left of our journey but to descend the last bit of trail and follow the road around the bay into town.
We abandoned our packs near the roadside making a short detour to visit the puffins and fishing boats at Hafnarhólmi harbor.
We may have been stalling, not wanting to the hike to end, so we stopped on a stony beach on the edge of town to soak our feet.
We finished the Víknaslóðir trail, but our adventures in Iceland weren't over just yet. We still needed to return to Reykjavik and we were in a small town, just about as far away from the capitol city as you can get. There wasn't much traffic, in an hour sitting on the roadside, only half a dozen cars passed going our direction (most of them full), so we were beyond grateful when an American couple stopped for us, offering a ride over the mountains to Egilsstaðir.
We had 700 kilometers to cover from Egilsstaðir in the next day, so renting a car and making the drive ourselves seemed like a good option. We relaxed with Viking beers in town before setting up camp in the bushes outside the airport where we would be ready to get the car and start our impromptu road trip in the morning.
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| Súluskarð - Brúnavík - Bakkagerði - Egilsstaðir |
