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... of the camp and before the bridge, as if wishing travelers good luck on the road ahead.
We set out for our first big tourist destination - Dynjandi waterfall! Descriptions that I found on this waterfall couldn't be more understated - Dynjandi was basically described as the largest falls in the Westfjords. "There are a couple of small falls at the bottom, and then there is a big one." That's about all I could find in any of ...
... waffle and it was a little bit of sunshine on a otherwise gloomy day. This little house is 3.9 x 7.4 meters and at times housed up to 20 people. The house was actually lived in until 1969.
Finally, after six fjords we reached our hotel for the evening in the town of Isafjordur. Isafjordur is the largest town in the West Fjords, having all of the necessary facilities a central hub ...
... 2 miles if you could have gone straight across the fjord.
Then you have to get over to the next fjord which requires ascending a winding gravel road up to the pass and then descending to the next fjord. Rinse and repeat.
Periodically, we saw sheep wading in the fjord and eating kelp. My theory is that they are reverting to the ancestral form that crawled out of the sea.
After several of these ...
... and drove out into the countryside and looked out over the cliffs to the ocean and we saw an old church and some more farms. We stopped by some waterfalls by the road and I picked up a red stone to keep as a momento. We then drove back into town and participated in the town's festival. We ate waffles and explored. We drove back and that night Bjarni threw a fish party. He cooked countless different types of fish and some of Björg's and Bjarni's children and ...
... dressed in blue and the other half dressed in red and we met in the middle and marched to the festival house. We were blue because we lived downtown. We then went to a sing a long type deal where some artists from Reykjavík came and lead us. It was nice. I hardly understood any of it, but it was fun. We went home and Benni, Bjarny's son, the professional musician and fisherman, was there with Christopher, his son and adorable student at the preschool were there. Benni ...