The next morning, afternoon really, we piled into the truck and headed out to see the Western Fjords, the area of northwestern Iceland. Morgan was nice enough to drive.
This was the view from the back seat. :-)
Iceland's countryside was beautiful. There were lupins everywhere,
along with other flowers
and beautiful seaside views
We had hoped to take a ferry across one of the fjords, but we also wanted to go see the bird cliffs at Látrabjarg, the westernmost point in Icealand, which turned out to not be doable in the same day, so we went to Látrabjarg where we saw many puffins up close
as well as a plethora of razorbills (relatives to the puffin)
The cliffs themselves were quite steep and scary and impressive.
but that didn't stop us from going right up to the edge:
On the drive back we stopped to take some pictures of the Icelands oldest steel ship, the Garðar BA 64 which was beached by the side of the road for some reason.
We spent a lot of time driving through fjords as we missed the ferry, much of which I don't have pictures handy at the moment, although we did see an arctic fox, which was pretty cool
We drove on and on for what seemed like forever through the largely empty West Fjords, including an area where they were replacing the road. Finally we found a hotel that was open and had room for the night, so we crashed there.