Snow, Seyðisfjörður and Stöðvarfjörður

In the morning I had a bit of a spring clean. I washed some clothes since dirty fat outnumbered clean.  They are arrayed around the car and hopefully the aircon will dry them out eventually.  I removed the rear carpet, it is velcroed down, and knocked out all the crumbs that had been accumulating. I finally attempted to find the leak in my air mattress but no luck.  I figure it's very small and should it get better it'll be easier to find.

I cooked mountains of eggy bread for breakfast.

I decided to head over to Seyðisfjörður which is a port town in a fjord, the same pet which the only ferry to Iceland stops at.  I was wondering about getting this ferry here but it seemed a bit too impractical as it leaves from Denmark and takes several days to get there.

The road there it's a very high mountain pass.  The weather has turned colder now and as I went higher I was excited to see sleet then snow but the excitement quickly turned to fear!  Would the snow get worse whilst I'm there?  I contemplated turning round but stubbornly kept going.

As I enter the valley I saw that the ferry was actually arriving in port today.  I got there safely and I was grateful as it's a pretty town in a beautiful if treacherous location.

I went on a short walk around the village, not wanting to linger too long for to the weather and possibly encroaching snow.  Several buildings have attractive murals and there's a rainbow cobbled street leaving up to the church.

 They used to have a museum here but it along with numerous houses and workshops etc were destroyed by a landslide in 2020.  They had a few signs up describing how it affected people.  Thankfully nobody was killed but many lost their homes or livelihoods.

I then headed towards a little village Stöðvarfjörður, picked somewhat at random based on having EV chargers.  The route is very scenic skirting around the fjords - even through one via a 5km tunnel.  Thankfully no more high mountain pass were involved although I could see snow on the mountain tops between the clouds.

This village is pretty.  I found there's a rock museum here which I visited earlier.  It tells the story of a woman, Petra, who grew up here in the 1940s I think and took a shine to collecting rocks.  Her collection is now a small museum.  She said she wasn't especially interested in the science, more in how they looked.  It was a pretty amazing place.

The camping ground facilities here are shut but I asked at the village hall and they said you can stay for free out of season so I'll stay here tonight.  There is running water at least.