So, the blog has been dead for the last couple weeks. After getting back from the honeymoon, I immediately started school. We headed to Texas the next weekend for a reception at Kelsi’s parents house for any Texan that couldn’t come to the wedding. Needless to say, this wonderful reception wound up being twice as large as our actual wedding. I flew back and Kelsi drove back to meet in Madison for our cousin’s wedding this weekend. Enough with excuses, here is the last post in Iceland. Which was written by Kelsi about 3 weeks ago.
It was a rather uneventful driving day but we did see a couple more great waterfalls. To reach Dettifoss, Europe’s most powerful waterfall, we had to go back toward Lake Myvatn, then cut off through the northern portion of Vatnajokull National Park. We saw an interesting horse-shoe shaped canyon called Jokulsargljufur forged by-you guessed it- a volcano and its water run-off. Then it was down a shabby gravel road for a ridiculously long time before finally reaching the parking area for a short walk down to Dettifoss. It was, actually, huge. And after taking it in for a while, we had to get back on the gravel road and continue south to reach the ring road again.
Back on our way we unexpectedly came across another great falls, Godafoss, We briefly explored this one then continued on our way. Close to our destination, we found some turf homes which turned out to be a tourist area with a museam set in the discovered older Icelandic turf home. We’d had plenty of waterfalls, scenic views, coastlines, and volcanos, so I was happy to get some history. It was pretty fascinating, but Paul was mostly just interested in the sheer amount of dairy consumed; he’s a fan of any culture that really loves cheese.
When we reached Skagafjodur we were beginning to wonder if the villagers paid off the Lonely Planet researchers. Describes as charming despite the industry in the town, it was not. The guesthouse we stayed in was described as “cute in every sense of the word.” Again, not so much. It was great, don’t get me wrong. Our room even had an en suite bathroom and there were blinds AND curtains to help with the midnight sun, but excessively charming is not how I would describe it. This is where the trip hit some problems. We walked to the liquor store and it was closed. Gasp! So we went back to make a drink out of our last big of liquor and have a beer. Then, as Paul was fiddling with the key to our rental car, it broke in half. Like, literally, snapped in two pieces. Unfortunate.
So we headed to the Lonely Planet recommendation for dinner and made a phone call. The food was good and they had a salad bar (!!!), though it was lacking in lettuce. The soup was excellent and Paul and I shared a decent, and very reasonably priced, pizza with a couple of beers. When Paul finally reached the rental car company, they quickly agreed to send someone to give us a new car. Expecting to have to drive to the nearest large city, we were pleasantly surprised when a woman from a nearby neighborhood came to pick us up within a few minutes and had a rental car waiting at her house. I didn’t ask questions, but happily accepted the car. After that upheavel, we went back to our room, had a beer and called it a night. We had to be up early the next morning to reach Reykjavik by noon to return the car.