Forty-dollar Hamburger in Hvolsvellur

This morning we left Kirkjubaejarklauster on moderately slick roads that got worse as we left town. We did go into the town to find a basalt formation, a large, flat area called “the church floor.” However, since the town was covered with snow we could not find it. We took a photo of the lovely Lutheran church then left town. I held a speed of about 70 kph all the way to Hvolsvollur, where we stopped to eat lunch at an N1 gas station. Our only stop before that was to photograph the black beach and rock formations at Reynisfjara. According to legend, a three-masted ship ventured too close to some trolls on the beach. The trolls turned the ships and their sails into rock. As we left highway 1 we turned north on highway 30 just east of Selfoss. The roads became dangerously slick. An added problem was outside the one well traveled track in the middle of he road, there were piles of snow deep enough to impede the forward progress of the car. There were no other cars around. I could not decide whether the absence of other drivers was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, if I had an accident, I would injure no one else. On the other hand, if I had a mishap or a breakdown, there would be no one to come to our aid. This situation continued until we reached highway 35 west of Gullfoss.Baca lagi