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I paused for a while and then continued up the remaining 50 meters of height to the ridge and followed the path above the river into a vast plain. There I could wade the icy waters across the river and head back down at the other side of the canyon. The descent was far less spectacular as the path mostly kept a good distance to the abyss. But in contrast to the crowded other side I only met a handful of people here.
It still was some way to go and when I reached the parking it was almost empty. I gulped down whatever I found of food and then drove back to the fjord and followed its northern shoreline. On the way along the fjord I kept an eye on the sea and saw a few setups with potential, but it probably needed a massive swell for any waves reaching the inside of the fjord. It was for a reason that whalers and the allied forces during WW II had chosen this place for a safe harbour.
I drove to Akranes at the tip of the likewise named peninsula and checked into the local campground. Despite having had enough exercise this day I ventured out into the town and harbour late in the evening. The sun had finally come out again and the light was too beautiful to stay in the van.
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For more impressions from the area and a few more photos check the Hvalfjörður travel guide.
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