Weird And Glorious Terrain

Sleep apnea jolted me awake early, despite my jaw insert. I was hit with every fatigue factor at once: I was cold, my breastbone hurt from sleeping unsupported on my side, my ribs hurt from the hard ground, my face mask couldn’t block all the light, I was thirsty, and I needed to pee. Arrgh!

I stuck my Airpods Pro in with the noise cancellation on to try and block the yelling of the other campers, but it was too late. Sleep would not return until evening. Time to pack up my gear and get riding. It would be a long and interesting day.

Looking back from the little pedestrian trail, as I manhandle my bike along it once again.
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Looking back from the little pedestrian trail, as I manhandle my bike along it once again.

Today I would be making the journey out of Fjallabak Nature Reserve and losing almost all my altitude, hopefully getting to the Hólaskjól Higland Center before nightfall. I expected to cross many rivers along the way, and still had no idea how difficult that would be.

Sometimes I get the impression that sheep are activelty searching for the most remote patch of grass, even when they’re surrounded by perfectly good grass near home.
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Sometimes I get the impression that sheep are activelty searching for the most remote patch of grass, even when they’re surrounded by perfectly good grass near home.

Pretty sure this is the last actual bridge the road will provide me with for the next 50 miles.
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Pretty sure this is the last actual bridge the road will provide me with for the next 50 miles.

For a while it was easy riding. The road was still gravel but it was blessedly flat as it weaved gently between strange treeless peaks and skirted a dramatic blue lake.

Who wants ice cream?
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Who wants ice cream?

For a while I got a gentle downhill slope across a valley, and observed that one of the reasons this terrain felt so strange was I could see so much of it at once, with zero trees blocking my view. Even the deserts I’d crossed had sagebrush and cacti complicating the foreground.

Alas, the easy riding wasn’t permanent. For short intervals, gravel lost out to sand in the battle of erosion, causing the bike to pitch out of control and putting a spike in my heart rate as I flailed to regain balance.

Aaah, the open road! I really should have come here with better tires...

Enjoying the day.

Ugh, more loose sand.

But could I complain? Naaaah! Just after skirting the lake, I rode along the edge of a gorgeous flat valley covered in flowers, and it was time to stop and have a little picnic of crackers and tinned sardines in the sunshine. Bloody hell, this is the life.

Some motorcyclists waiting for their group to catch up.
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Some motorcyclists waiting for their group to catch up.

Little pictures in little boxes can’t really convey how refreshing it is to be surrounded by this.
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Little pictures in little boxes can’t really convey how refreshing it is to be surrounded by this.

An unwelcome amout of sand on the road, but the surroundings more than make up for it.
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An unwelcome amout of sand on the road, but the surroundings more than make up for it.

My view as I ate breakfast.
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My view as I ate breakfast.

So many rocks, slowly drifting down the hillside…
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So many rocks, slowly drifting down the hillside…

Fields of flowers, interesting mountains, good weather, and no one for miles.
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Fields of flowers, interesting mountains, good weather, and no one for miles.

It’s a long, rough way up.
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It’s a long, rough way up.

Stopping for a snack and pee break, because why not.
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Stopping for a snack and pee break, because why not.

After a lazy half hour I was rolling again, but soon I was forced to stop by something way more compelling than flowers or sunshine. On the left side of the road I beheld a giant living carpet of bright green moss, vaguely circular in shape, exploding across the loose rocks and gravel. The color was so intense it was hard to believe I was seeing something natural.

It’s like a massive, sparkly piece of naan bread.
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It’s like a massive, sparkly piece of naan bread.

I’d seen carpets like this before, usually growing alongside streams, but this one was interesting because it was so flat. That gave rise to a much stranger phenomenon: There were tiny puddles of rainwater floating in the hollows of the carpet, suspended there with surface tension.

And they were … vibrating … in the wind.

I’ve been around. I’ve seen a fair number of weird landscapes on this planet. But until today, I hadn’t seen anything like this. Not even in nature documentaries.

Oh look, Timmy has spilled his soda water on the polyester carpet! Except… THE CARPET IS ALIVE.
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Oh look, Timmy has spilled his soda water on the polyester carpet! Except… THE CARPET IS ALIVE.

You think it’s ice, don’t you? Or some kind of resin or sap? Nope! It’s ordinary rainwater, floating on top of a blanket of thick moss due to surface tension.
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Rainwater resting on Icelandic moss carpet

You think it’s ice, don’t you? Or some kind of resin or sap? Nope! It’s ordinary rainwater, floating on top of a blanket of thick moss due to surface tension.

Sometimes the water sinks in, sometimes it doesn’t.
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Sometimes the water sinks in, sometimes it doesn’t.

A spider patrols the surface of this strange mossy world.
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A spider patrols the surface of this strange mossy world.

When I saw this, I had to stop. It just looked so bizarre.
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When I saw this, I had to stop. It just looked so bizarre.

Water drops large and small ride atop this surface.
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Water drops large and small ride atop this surface.

Once the drops grow beyond a certain size they start to vibrate in the constant wind.
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Once the drops grow beyond a certain size they start to vibrate in the constant wind.

I crawled around this thing taking pictures and watching all the insects trekking across it for nearly an hour. I was mesmerized.

I didn’t try drinking one, but I was tempted.
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I didn’t try drinking one, but I was tempted.

But I had a destination to reach, so I couldn’t linger there forever, tempting as it was to set up camp and sleep next to this thing, and maybe photograph it in sunset light.

Valoria, ready for more travel.
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Valoria, ready for more travel.

Just a few hundred meters ahead, I found a much more conventional snowbank, and chilled out next to it for a little while.

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As I sat by the side of the road, a dude in a huge red truck went blazing past, riding on enormous tires. Probably a rental. He left a plume of dust behind him ten meters high. I doubt he even saw the mossy patch that had so captivated me.

It was within easy walking distance of the bike, so I strolled over.

Nice sno-cone material, except for the grit.

Scoopable!

A bit farther down the road, I came across the first fording place. It was basically a giant puddle, with a bottom made of loose rocks that caused my narrow bike tires to flounder.

The first of many river fjordings.
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The first of many river fjordings.

I resigned myself to getting wet feet, and carried the bags across, and then the bike in a second round. It was inconvenient but I was still pleased because it was’t dangerous.

Near me a guy was having his car pulled onto a trailer.  It probably had an electrical short, or maybe water soaked through the air intake from too much splashing around.

Crossing number 2. Same deal as the first crossing.
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Crossing number 2. Same deal as the first crossing.

Successfully shoved the bike across. Good thing I have waterproof bags along the bottom.
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Successfully shoved the bike across. Good thing I have waterproof bags along the bottom.

That was how some of the fordings went. There were twelve in all — four more than the eight displayed on the tourist map. With about half of them I could just dismount and push the bike around the margins of the puddle without removing any bags. The rest were more serious, and I had to move things in stages while pushing against troublesome current. I wouldn’t say they were actually dangerous, but they were risky, because if I slipped and dunked the bags I could mess up some of my equipment or even lose it downstream.

This fellow did a U-turn in the river, since it was the widest part of the road. He’s probably towed a hundred broken cars down from these roads over the years.
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This fellow did a U-turn in the river, since it was the widest part of the road. He’s probably towed a hundred broken cars down from these roads over the years.

Up there somewhere is a cute little lake, according to the map.
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Up there somewhere is a cute little lake, according to the map.

Okay, the bags are across, now for the bike…
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Okay, the bags are across, now for the bike…

Now those are some dark hills.
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Now those are some dark hills.

Looking back down at the road.
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Looking back down at the road.

I am amused by these river crossings!
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I am amused by these river crossings!

Another shot of those black hills.
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Another shot of those black hills.

And over the hill… More hills. And more river crossings.
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And over the hill… More hills. And more river crossings.

Winding my way down to crossing number 3. Too minor to be listed on the official map.
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Winding my way down to crossing number 3. Too minor to be listed on the official map.

Not looking forward to all that sand.
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Not looking forward to all that sand.

Just the worst for traction. Good thing I was already walking the bike.
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Just the worst for traction. Good thing I was already walking the bike.

Fortunately it’s not very deep.
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Fortunately it’s not very deep.

That was relatively easy! Didn’t even need to remove the lower bags.
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That was relatively easy! Didn’t even need to remove the lower bags.

The sand is always a nuisance.
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The sand is always a nuisance.

I reckon if I’d been traveling in the springtime, all these crossings would be much harder, and some of them would be quite dangerous indeed. Rushing current up to my waist, and I’d have to carry the bike over my head just to drive my feet down against the soil and avoid being knocked over. Not good.

As it was, I did fine, and was rewarded with even more strange terrain, this time in little sections between short hills.

I don’t recall seeing hills this dark anywhere else. The lack of vegetation contributes to it.
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I don’t recall seeing hills this dark anywhere else. The lack of vegetation contributes to it.

Some time in the afternoon I stopped again for crackers and sardines, sitting next to a tiny stream bracketed by more of those perfect tufts of moss.

Mmmm lunch! More sardines!

This is a good day.

Time for a break by this vibrant little stream.

Lots of tiny fungi saying hello on the bank of the stream.
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Lots of tiny fungi saying hello on the bank of the stream.

I’m usually paranoid about drinking unfiltered water, but the temptation was too great. It was delicious!

Straight down from the side of the mountain on my left.
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Straight down from the side of the mountain on my left.

Ice cold. Time for a drink!
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Ice cold. Time for a drink!

The terrain was so jumbled that I lost track of my progress. I had a line on my GPS that I could vaguely match with the line on the map, but that couldn’t tell me whether the route ahead would get easier or harder. I could be out here for the rest of the afternoon or the rest of the day. There was one road, and all I could do was follow it, as it sank into rivers or elbowed its way up hills.

Even with the river crossings, this chunk of the route is actually easier than the chunk leading down into Landmannalaugar from the north.
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Even with the river crossings, this chunk of the route is actually easier than the chunk leading down into Landmannalaugar from the north.

Approaching another river crossing.
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Approaching another river crossing.

Had to take the lower bags off again for this one.
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Had to take the lower bags off again for this one.

A pair of cyclists going the other way. We traded tips about the terrain ahead.
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A pair of cyclists going the other way. We traded tips about the terrain ahead.

I was tempted to try blazing right across it while still on the bike. Glad I didn’t.
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I was tempted to try blazing right across it while still on the bike. Glad I didn’t.

The black hills probably melt snow quickly in the sun.
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The black hills probably melt snow quickly in the sun.

Wet, but too full of rocks and well compressed by truck tires to be mud.
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Wet, but too full of rocks and well compressed by truck tires to be mud.

Another hour, another crossing!
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Another hour, another crossing!

You can see how the puddle grows as cars range farther up and downstream from it, aiming for the shallower edges.
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You can see how the puddle grows as cars range farther up and downstream from it, aiming for the shallower edges.

I think this is crossing number … Ten? Eleven? Do the minor ones count?
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I think this is crossing number … Ten? Eleven? Do the minor ones count?

This was one of three crossings in a row, as the river zig-zagged over the road.
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This was one of three crossings in a row, as the river zig-zagged over the road.

I took another drink here. It was just so tasty looking…
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I took another drink here. It was just so tasty looking…

Every now and then the hills would pitch really large things close to the road, expressing their rage at being tamed.

A strange hunk of rock, worn down from years of flooding.
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A strange hunk of rock, worn down from years of flooding.

As I got closer it looked more and more bizarre.
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As I got closer it looked more and more bizarre.

I suspect this fell down from the hillside above, years ago, and then the debris around it got washed away.
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I suspect this fell down from the hillside above, years ago, and then the debris around it got washed away.

As I moved east the ground opened up a bit, and I even saw some grass. Where there was grass, there were sheep, so of course I had to taunt them!

Dang, this hill went up a long way…
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Dang, this hill went up a long way…

Another roadside snack stop.
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Another roadside snack stop.

Strange terrain at the top of this hill.
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Strange terrain at the top of this hill.

Still not the last fjord!
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Still not the last fjord!

Pleased to be up here!
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Pleased to be up here!

Looking back from a long, careful climb.
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Looking back from a long, careful climb.

Things have names out here?
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Things have names out here?

Such an interesting texture. Like the plates on a turtle.
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Such an interesting texture. Like the plates on a turtle.

I’m not sure what this marker is for. It was driven into the ground about ten feet from the edge of the road.
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I’m not sure what this marker is for. It was driven into the ground about ten feet from the edge of the road.

To punish me for enjoying the grass so much, the road threw larger hills into the mix. Joke’s on the road, because I loved those too.

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So much green!
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So much green!

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Such lovely colors…
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Such lovely colors…

Even the river crossings became fun, once I was used to them. I got overconfident at a smaller one and tried to plunge through it without dismounting, and just as the front tire cleared the water it drove into the sand. I laughed and laid the bike down, getting the outside of one arm and one leg wet, amused at my own folly.

Just then I heard the rumble of tires on gravel and realized a car was approaching. They would spot me easily with plenty of time to stop, so I wasn’t in danger of being run over, but I was in danger of looking like an idiot to a motorist. Cyclists are weirdly sensitive to that. I scrambled the bike upright and got on my way, feeling like a cat who has just fallen off a shelf.

One of the larger fjords, but it had a narrow span suitable for my bike.
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One of the larger fjords, but it had a narrow span suitable for my bike.

Pausing halfway across for a photo.
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Pausing halfway across for a photo.

It’s not deep, but the tires tend to sink into the rocks.
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It’s not deep, but the tires tend to sink into the rocks.

Snacking and pedaling!
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Snacking and pedaling!

The last valley before the big downhill.
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The last valley before the big downhill.

The land opened up again as I drew near the last river crossing in the highlands. I passed a long row of rocks, placed to make the road visible when it’s covered with deep snow. I’d be so screwed if I was biking this in the winter!

These rocks are here as a polite reminder that people shouldn’t go joyriding away from the road.
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These rocks are here as a polite reminder that people shouldn’t go joyriding away from the road.

And then there it was: The last river crossing on the map, before a very long downhill shot to the lowlands. There was one more after this, but it had a trail and a footbridge around it, so this was probably the last river I would need to push through in my Iceland journey.

The last fjord — in the highlands at least.
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The last fjord — in the highlands at least.

Easily done! On the other side I paused to consume the very last of my food: A bag of dried fish snacks. They were horrible.

In fact I found it very hard to eat the last bite. They were my Dwarven Bread: As long as there was any left, I knew I wouldn’t starve…

My constant companion.
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My constant companion.

Giddyup!
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Giddyup!

Just before the long downhill, the land rose slightly, making a lip. In the dust of the road I found what looked like a crushed animal skin. Closer inspection revealed a destroyed pair of pants. Hmmm. Iceland stole someone’s pants.

Ugh, this hill was steep.
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Ugh, this hill was steep.

It’s not a rock… It’s some kind of article of clothing, smashed into the road.
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It’s not a rock… It’s some kind of article of clothing, smashed into the road.

I do believe I’m looking at a mangled pair of shorts.
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I do believe I’m looking at a mangled pair of shorts.

The reward for that climb: An incredible panorama.
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The reward for that climb: An incredible panorama.

Hundreds of square miles of wandering river, in one view.
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Hundreds of square miles of wandering river, in one view.

I had to ride the brakes on the downhill. I was worried that the lumpy road could tear a hole in one of my tires, leading to a nasty crash and a really long walk down to the coast.

Deep channels eroded into the hills from meltwater streams.
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Deep channels eroded into the hills from meltwater streams.

I was treated to a panorama of a valley sliced and diced by hundreds of versions of the same river re-routing itself over intervals measurable in human lifespans. Again, the complete lack of trees enhanced the weirdness of the view.

Partway down, leaning on the brakes. A fall onto this at speed would be brutal.
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Partway down, leaning on the brakes. A fall onto this at speed would be brutal.

As I went, I got more worried about tire damage, and went slower. This hill would have been an absolute nightmare to climb.  Glad I came at it from the other direction!

At the base of the hill I was pleased to find the terrain was just as wonky as before.

A landscape of fuzzy lumps. Not a tree or even a bush in sight.
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A landscape of fuzzy lumps. Not a tree or even a bush in sight.

In due time I came to the last river crossing. It was annoyingly deep. A path led to a bridge on the west side, so I tried that, and the path turned out to be so lumpy and slick that a slog through the river looked like the smart choice after all.

But I’m stubborn, so I just grunted and swore my way over the bridge, taking pictures to document my suffering. Well no, it wasn’t that bad. I’m being dramatic. The bridge itself was adorable.

Look at that cute little bridge! Awww!
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Look at that cute little bridge! Awww!

This river did not have an easy way for a bike to cross, and it looked deeper than all the others.
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This river did not have an easy way for a bike to cross, and it looked deeper than all the others.

Taking the bridge option.
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Taking the bridge option.

It really was a cute bridge.
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It really was a cute bridge.

Someone got so wired on their French-press coffee that they took off and forgot the French-press.
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Someone got so wired on their French-press coffee that they took off and forgot the French-press.

Beyond the river, more wonky terrain. The sun was getting low, so instead of taking the cue and hurrying up, I slowed down to get photos of nicely backlit hills and sheep butts. Gotta have your priorities.

Lovely land lumps.
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Lovely land lumps.

Spooky lumps!
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Spooky lumps!

The evening sheep are aglow!
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The evening sheep are aglow!

Look at that fluffy halo!
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Look at that fluffy halo!

A flat road cutting through a very bumpy landscape.
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A flat road cutting through a very bumpy landscape.

A tiny wedge of sundog next to an old contrail.
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A tiny wedge of sundog next to an old contrail.

As I neared the campground the land flattened and the road got more stable. Over one low hill I found some interesting formations:

I tihnk these ruts are from groups of horses and cattle being run up and down the road.
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I tihnk these ruts are from groups of horses and cattle being run up and down the road.

At first I thought these parallel ruts were made by animals. Then I realized they were previous versions of the road.

People drove their trucks over the hill in the same ruts, year after year, until the ruts got plowed too deep and began scraping the underside of the vehicle. Then they started driving up a fresh patch of ground on one side, adding another rut. Do that for fifty years on a fragile landscape … and the results remain visible for another century.

Ah, finally at my stopping place for the night!
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Ah, finally at my stopping place for the night!

Whoo! Made it, finally! And with a decent amount of daylight!

I always like signs with lots of symbols. Plenty of services to choose from.
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I always like signs with lots of symbols. Plenty of services to choose from.

I’d been planning to grab a campsite and set up my tent, then pay in the morning, but I was early enough to catch the attendant and ask about the lodge — and food.

She walked out to greet me. “As soon as I saw that bike I knew I had to ask you about it,” she said. I gave her my usual spiel about how comfortable it is to ride, but how awkward it is to haul around so much gear. She was intrigued.

We turned to logistics. “I have water, and some drinks to sell, but no food,” she said apologetically. “Not even candy bars.” But there was some good news: The lodge had plenty of space and the beds were quite reasonable. After a couple days of roughing it, I decided to open my wallet and get a real mattress.

The fire escape ladder is somewhat lacking.
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The fire escape ladder is somewhat lacking.

An interior that houses 20 people, and only two of us sleeping there.
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An interior that houses 20 people, and only two of us sleeping there.

No need for a tent tonight!
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No need for a tent tonight!

There were three other people in the big house. A pair of Icelandic women who chatted quietly over tea, and one solo bicycle tourist.  He was writing determinedly in a small notepad.  I wonder if he’s writing about fording rivers?

I wonder if he’ll mention the weird guy who came in with a huge pile of gear off his weirdo bike?

I sorted photos on the laptop, taking advantage of the power sockets and table space. It seemed to get dark all at once. Exhaustion threw a cloak over me and soon I crawled gratefully into the bunk.

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