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Despite the mighty black mountain range building its southern border, this is not a real fjord. It is just a body of shallow water at the southern end of another Mýrar, the lowlands between the Skarðsheiði and the northern mountain ranges leading to the Snæfellsnes peninsula. Volcanic and glacial activity has formed a labyrinth of small islands and tidal bays with a lot of coastline to explore.
But my destination lay further north and so I only took time for a quick stop at Borganes and then followed the Ring Road which heads northeast in a steady climb up through a long-stretched valley in between increasingly majestic mountains.
For a long time it was still sunny and fairly warm outside, but the closer I got to the pass the rougher the climate became. It became cold in a way that I hadn´t experienced for quite a while. At the same time the landscape became more and more rugged and desolate. I was clearly approaching more arctic regions.
The road had followed the valley in a fairly straight line for a long time but got steeper and windier the closer I got to the summit. About 5 kilometres from the pass an increasingly thick fog was obscuring the vast landscape and an ice-cold northerly wind was blowing. It became a challenging drive through a desolate area.
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