Over the last pass

There's that big basket from last time!

Dang, I don't have chains!

The road won't turn you to stone, but the wind will certainly scare you.

Quite a view up here.

Who's smug that he made it all the way up here in this insane wind? This guy!

The art installation has lost a bunch of portable TVs.

Finally reached the plateau.

That looks like a good spot for a nap!
Water goes on top of and inside this mossy carpet.
Beware the gooseprints: They indicate goose poops nearby.
Quite a cool spot for napping.

It's like a big green mattress!

Aaaah, time for a nap.

So many colors in these clouds.
Snow under late summer clouds.
Dramatic lighting up here!
Mesmerizing sunset colors.

The high elevation brings the clouds closer.

Narrow band of horizon.

Good ol' Valoria, always ready to stop for a photo -- and hold my snack while I'm taking it.

A night-time approach photo to match the one from two years ago.

Business in Egilsstaðir

Hah, it remembered the wifi password!

Maybe I really should find some goat horns and glue them onto the helmet...

Good luck on your journey, little package!

The paperwork is out of my hands now.

Quite an amazing tunnel

Sjanni is a great fellow and I wish I'd had more time to spend with him!

Spot the cyclist!

Aww, two little arcade machines! That's adorable!

Have snacks, will pedal!
Huh? Whaaaa?
I think it would be cool to have hills like this all around my farm. Might get annoying chasing after lost sheep though.
It almost looks like the mountain is venting steam.
Clouds doing weird things over the peaks.
Just a liiiiitle snow left up there.
Lovely view. Unfortunately it looks warmer than is actually is!
I hereby name this region 'Sheepy Hollow'!
Every time I make a baa-aa-aa noise at them, the sheep get slightly more confused.

Guess what this marker means!

Today's route appears to go straight up over a mountain! No wait, that's a tunnel.

Oh boy, this one's a long one!

Tunnel time approaches.

Looking back. See ya later, daylight!

10 whole minutes of coasting silently downhill into the mountain. Very trippy.

If you look close you can see the tunnel I came out of.

Better watch it, motorists!

Some impressive sides to this valley.

I was tempted to walk over and put my feet in, but I figured the water would be far too cold, and my socks would take far too long to dry.

These roadside memorials to dead motorists are rare in Iceland, but no less saddening for it.

If I'm reading the sign correctly, the motorist was only 16 when she died here.

So many waterfalls!
Pausing at the rest area for a photo and a wee!
Lots of spinning on those cranks to get up here...
Zig-zaggy waterfalls!
Only a few cars on this stretch today, which is a nice change.
The highest point of today's ride.
The curves are especially dramatic because there isn't a single tree to interrupt them.
There's sheep in them thar hills!
Weird perforated sunset clouds.

Here's a place that looks like it can serve up a lot of calories.

This guy's name is Patti Burgersson. (I'm lying.)

Got a lot of snacks in the fridge today.

Soda, Sweaters, and the Sea

Sparkling water.

A neat kiosk about the Kambanes peninsula.

Building a road is often something that happens in long intervals.

Now that's a fancy lighthouse!
Bringing a massive amount of cargo in to one of Iceland's few massive ports.
On clear days like this the lighthouse seems unnecessary. Unfortunately, clear days like this are rare.
Can you tell I just peed by the side of the road?
That's a cute little harbor!

A view all the way up the valley to the start of the river, where the glacier originally came down and carved it.

I'm not enitrely sure how to interpret the drawing on this sign.

I heard about this place on Atlas Obscura. Sadly, it was closed when I came by.

So much wool to choose from!

Two fine selections.

They serve snacks and have wifi. Time to linger.

The bathrooms were closed at this tiny campground, so the manager of the local store said I could stay for free. Very Iceland.

What does it all mean? You decide!

I dig this guy.

Back home this isn't a drink, it's an ingredient.

I don't know what this island is called. Can't find a name for it on any map.

See all those dots? Every one of them is a bird nest.

Another fishing operation, with Fáskrúðsfjörður in the distance.
Looking back down the coast, into the ominous late afternoon shadows!
A quiet, shady highway.
Today's destination: Fáskrúðsfjörður.

Coming in late after a fishing operation.

Still just a little bit of light over the mountains, due to the time of year.

Definitely spacious compared to the other places I've stayed!

Resting A Bit

The weather was fantastic but I wouldn’t be going very far in it today.

A fine sunny day for some light riding.
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A fine sunny day for some light riding.

I had a second night booked here to concentrate on work, so my excursion was just over to the miniature town across the highway.

I appreciate the intention here, but this map is actually really confusing.
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I appreciate the intention here, but this map is actually really confusing.

I warned the waiter at the restaurant I would be there for a while, and he shrugged and said, “You might be our only customer for most of the day. It’s really slow right now.”

That was good. My video meetings wouldn’t bug anyone.

I adore any store that sells a carrot cake with four layers.
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I adore any store that sells a carrot cake with four layers.

Once again I’m the only diner in the restaurant. The tourist season ends really abruptly here…
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Once again I’m the only diner in the restaurant. The tourist season ends really abruptly here…

I finished with those, then wrote code and ate snacks for about five hours. Eventually I switched to email and texting with the folks back home.

As evening fell I started obsessing about social media. My home country is now filled with people who get their important news from social media feeds, and I keep worrying – in this obsessive, impotent way – that they are vulnerable to bad actors working from far away to change, or just filter, their information for some economic or political purpose. The centralized nature of large-scale social media makes it easy interfere with what seems like, and what should be, a local exchange.

I keep seeing it like this: We’ve placed a large chair in the center of our living room, and whenever our friends come over, or whenever the family gathers around to chat, someone we don’t know and can’t see sits down in the chair, and listens to everything everyone says, and comments on it, or alters it, or simply raises a hand and stops them from talking. And we all pretend this isn’t happening, and that the chair isn’t there.