We finally had to deal with the “no bridge back to Reykjavik” dilemma. We had an option of taking a longer scenic and more adventurous route through the highlands to get to Reykjavik. We had a big 4WD Ford Expedition, which should be able to handle the highland roads, and ford the rivers. However, we chickened out. We we’re too scared to take a risk, and most of all it would add more hours of travel. We opted to just go to the bridge and wait our turn for the big trucks to take us across to Vik.
Along the way we passed many hitchhikers, and bicycle riders. I felt bad, not having any room in the car for them. I admired their adventurous spirit.
Stopped and admired the fluffy moss covered lava at Kirkjubæjarklaustur.
Made our own pile of rocks for “luck” at Laufskálavarða.
Finally, we saw the site of what caused the disruption of our travel plans. The bridge was not merely flooded, but was washed away by the strong water current. We waited 20 minutes to get on a truck to transport us across the river.
We passed by Vik again.
We stopped by Skogar museum, and debated on paying the entrance fee to see the turf farm up close. We decided to pass and just drive to Reykjavik.
