Day 2: A STRANGELY NORWEGIAN FEEL

The Hotel Edda had some kind of promotion going on where we got a free breakfast on the third day’s stay at their chain while getting the fifth night’s stay for free. Since we didn’t get the card stamped at Ísafjörður, we were technically on our third and fourth nights (the first two being at Akureyri).

Anyways, that meant we got free brekkie for one person. And the food didn’t disappoint. This breakfast had everything the Guesthouse Elda in Reykjalið had (except the hverabrauð which was local to Mývatn) and more… It actually seemed strangely Norwegian as it had all the fruits, syld (herring), breads, spreads, juices, etc.

With our stomachs stuffed, we left the Edda and started driving out to the Hengifoss trailhead at 8am. Along the way, we got beautiful views of reflections in the glacial lake dominating the scene between Egilsstaðir and Hengifoss.

We even started to notice some forests even though the trees weren’t exactly tall. It reminded me of what I had read earlier on the trip about how the Vikings essentially deforested what little forest Iceland had. And it looked like this little forest here was all that was left.

We got to the trailhead a little after 9am. And even from the car park, we could see Hengifoss way up the hill in the distance. So we knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy hike given all the uphill walking that was required.

With the cloudless skies and the sun relentlessly beating down on us as we hiked the shadeless trail, we noticed there were numerous opportunities to take the cliff-side trails.

Some of those short detours to the cliffside trails yielded some surprise waterfalls and cascades. But we really had no reason to find a way into the shadowy recesses of the gorge for a closer look. Most of those cascades and waterfalls we a bit on the small and insignificant side.

Even despite the lure of hidden waterfalls in the gorge, we felt there wasn’t any real reason to stick to the cliffside trails, which were dangerously slippery and close to the dropoffs.

We basically just stayed on the main trail, then cut over to the cliffside trails when we thought there might be something interesting to check out. Then, we’d return to the main trail just so we don’t increase the chances of slipping and falling into the gorge.

Eventually, the main trail got us a view of Litlanesfoss a little over half way up. The falls were in shadow but we made the most of it anyways.

Finally after over an hour of climbing, we made it to the 1.5km point of the hike which earned us a nice but distant view of Hengifoss.

There was actually an additional 1km of rough hiking left to get closer to the falls, but we saw there was a hill that would’ve gotten in the way had you gotten close to the falls. We knew you had to scramble up a very steep scree slope to get better closeup views of the falls, but we figured it wasn’t worth it. The first part of the rough last kilometer of trail also looked a bit slippery and scary.

Even with that said, an Italian couple showed up and the guy went all the way to the falls. And as we had suspected, we saw him scrambling up the dangerous scree slope to get a better look.

Not long thereafter, an entourage of hikers from a tour company showed up a few minutes after we took our photos. They proceeded to continue hiking to the bottom of the falls as well so I reckon it wasn’t all that bad to continue.

Still, Julie already started her descent back down to the car park. Torn between going the last kilometer and not leaving Julie behind, I opted to follow her back down.

The descent was scenic as we could now see the large lake in the distance. We also had a chance to re-experience the falls we saw on the way up such as Litlanesfoss as well as other waterfalls further downstream.

We returned to the car park at a little after 11am. This was actually one of the rare instances where we were hot enough and sweaty enough on the hike to even require air conditioning when we got back into the car!

As we drove further west towards the headwaters of Lagarfljot, we noticed a sign talking about another impressive 100m waterfall called Strutsfoss. It didn’t look too far from where we were so we decided to try to find it.

So we continued heading west in the valley past the turnoff for the infamous Kárahnjúkar Dam and into an unsealed road following a glacial river called Jökulsá.

Our approach west eventually ended at a private farm and we recalled from the map that the falls were further than the farm. So much for getting another waterfall bonus trip…

Next, we decided to head towards Seyðisfjörður. Along the way back to Hengifoss, I decided to stop and check out some falls on the same drainage as that of Kárahnjúkar. It wasn’t signposted, but there was one of those steps letting you go over a barbed wire fence designed to keep sheep behind it.

Eventually, we’d start up on Route 93 past Egilsstaðir and climb up into the moors. But before we would continue over the pass, we made another 45-minute pause to check out Fardagafoss, which was actually two waterfalls on the same stream (with the lower one being more impressive than the upper one, I reckon).

The path was signposted so we didn’t have trouble identifying and finding it. And after a few minutes of starting the walk alongside the small gorge carved out by the stream responsible for the waterfalls, we came to a view of the first one, which was quite bright and perhaps about 20-30m tall or so.

The trail continued to be pretty easy to follow even beyond the first waterfall. However, there were a couple of eroded spots, and in one of them, I tripped and fell.

Good thing I fell straight down and not into the adjacent gorge. It was a little embarassing as there was someone heading up the other way ahead of me might have noticed. In any case, I kept on going, pretending that nothing happened.

Finally after having my fill of Fardagafoss, I headed back to the parked car where Julie was waiting for me (she was getting pretty waterfall saturated at this point). And during the downhill walk, I was treated to some impressive views of Egilsstaðir in the distance.

At 2pm, we continued driving up into the moors beyond Fardagafoss. Once we made it up to the pass, we were treated to a distance view of the town of Seydisfjörður and its fjord down below as well as some impressive mountains with snow and cascades containing their snowmelt.

Julie and I took some photos from this spot before continuing the descent down the road to the fjord below.

The steep road wound its way towards the town Seydisfjörður as well as the similarly-named fjord. With each hairpin turn, the views were dramatic as steep mountain walls surrounded the picturesque town.

In fact, the scene seemed strangely Norwegian. After all, it had the dramatic fjord-like scenery (complete with cascading waterfalls and several on the main river near the road), the red timber buildings, and heck even the power lines and hydroelectric structures were all reminiscent of our memories of our Norway Trip.

Of all the numerous waterfalls, which started with Gljúfurfoss and ended with an obscure one just downstream from Gufufoss, it was Gufufoss which was the only one with a reasonable car park to check out.

The rest could only be seen without haste by foot along the highway or scrambling near the river I guess. There was also a lot of construction going on along this road. We weren’t sure if they were for avalanche mitigation or for more hydroelectricity. Anyhow, we decided to get into town first and check out Gufufoss later in the day.

Down in the charming town, there was a pretty waterfall backed by a distinct peak. It motivated us to walk around town for a bit just to soak in the charming atmosphere here. Surrounded by steep peaks with snow still at the highest elevations, we could easily how avalanches can occur here.

A few minutes later, we had our Lunch/Dinner at a bistro at the Skaftafell Cultural Center. We spoke to the head chef there who apparently used to be one of three chefs at the local hotel nearby. They ultimately left and started this bistro we ate at. Needless to say, we got seafood there and it was good. Sure we splurged on the price, but we were already feeling good about being in Seyðisfjörður.

Before we left town, Julie wanted to take photos of this museum near the end of town called Tækniminjasafn Austurlands. Without knowing we had to pay to see the inside, we went inside and checked out the displays. A guy eventually came out to us and guilted us into paying for museum admission, which we weren’t aware of until I noticed a sign just outside the door indicating as such.

Anyhow, we actually got a very informative tour about how hydroelectricity was harnessed as well as how machinery was built and then about telecommunication in the early days of the late 1800s. At least this tour gave us a feel for what all the things on display actually were since the signs were in Icelandic. I think any scientifically-minded person or engineer would really appreciate this tour. I certainly did.

Finally, we started our drive back to Egilsstaðir. It was only 26km but we made numerous stops to try to photograph some of the major waterfalls.

We had a hard time trying to figure out where to stop (especially with all the construction going on), but at least we got to stop for Gufufoss. Unfortunately, the sun was shining right against my line of sight so I got terrible photos of it.

I regretted my decision not to stop for this waterfall on the way into town. But at least Julie got a good shot of me unsuccessfully getting a shot of the falls.

As for the rest of the falls, like I said earlier, it’d have to be done by foot and there really didn’t seem to be any infrastructure supporting such an option unless you walked along Route 93 and risk being roadkill by rubberneckers trying to pay attention to both the road and the incredible views.

We ended the day spoiling ourselves with some Kjörís soft serve ice cream, but unfortunately they ran out of the yummy waffle cones. Oh well, better luck next time. Tomorrow, we have a very long day of driving as we’re getting an early start and will eventually end up at Skaftafell…