One-lane Tunnels

Breakfast in Flatey included some yummy hot cooked grain that I've never seen before. We asked about its name, and got the name in Icelandic, but I've forgotten it. They showed us the uncooked grain, and it looked sort of like bulgur, but not quite. It was very good, slathered with some dairy product that came out of a milk carton and said ab-mjólk – it was like skyr.



The ferry brought us to Brjánslækur, which began our mountain adventure. We gave a ride to two young guys from Israel, named Ben and Ben, who were patient with our many stops for photos.

We drove along the edges of steep-sided fjords, then up and over mountains to the next fjord. Here's a view of our GPS track – the smooth bits are along fjords, and the squiggly bits are over the mountains.



The mountain roads go up a thousand feet then down again, along one-lane gravel roads, with thousand-foot drop-offs at the side, and no guard rails. Eeeeek! I'm glad Mom was driving. Here's a view from Hwy. 60 almost at the top of Hrafnsyrarheiði, looking back over Arnafjörður and into a sliver of Suðurfjörðir.



We saw amazing waterfalls, plus many sizes, shapes and colors of sheep, and lots of bare rock.

For the final mountain into Ísafjörður, there's a tunnel. Nobody warned us it's a one-lane tunnel. Our direction just went straight through, while oncoming traffic had little caves every 500 feet or so they had to duck into in order to not crash into us. Very scary. I'm glad we had the through-lane instead of the cave lane, because we wouldn't have known what to do.

Ísafjörður is beautiful, and again we had great food and too many adventures to list while getting ready to zoom off to the next ones.