The warm, sunny weather holds as we head east. Green field dusted with horses and sheep morph into silky blue ponds covered with bevies of swans. I am amazed at how many there are; white dots as far as the eye can see. Every time I think the scenery can't get more beautiful, a new landscape amazes me. We turn the corner of our first fjord and the rocky cliffs and black sands of the shoreline expose themselves. The farther we drive the more desolate in becomes. Occasionaly we will pass a lone house, homestead or a seal swimming in the ocean, but even with Pete in the car it feels lonely here, as if we may be the only people on the planet. We follow a gravel road, what Pete's thinks is the right direction. I am not so sure, but getting lost here doesn't worry me. We have everything we need to survive, for a few days anyway, packed in our little car. It leads us up the side of a mountain, to a dizzying view of the valley below. We stop for awhile , trying to take it all in. Sometimes the beauty and vastness of this place is to much for my tiny human brain to fully comprehend.
Today, unlike the past few days, we have a specific stopping point. It's the town, Seyðisfjörður, named after the fjord it sits on. It's surrounded by mountains on three sides and the ocean on its fourth. It's the cutest little town I have ever seen. Old wooden buildings covered with colorful, faded, tin roofs surround a stone encased pond. It's almost surreal how picturesque it is. It feels like we've stepped back in time to an early 1900's Nordic fishing village. It's warm enough that we can have a few beers on a cafe patio. We end our day with a swim and soak at the public swimming area. Turns out that the people of Iceland love their indoor heated pools and hot tubs, which is perfectly logical since all their hot water is heated naturally underground. Even the tiniest of towns has one and we are not complaining.