I’m packing up now. It’s early morning here on my last day in Vik. There is a raging snow squall outside and I’m heading north to escape it. Vik (meaning “bay” as in Reykjavik and Viking) is the southernmost town in Iceland and gets the most precipitation in all of Iceland. I have all day to reach Hofn on the east coast so once I get over the high pass leading to Vik, the driving will be flat and much easier.
Here is a wood carving at the black sand beach of Vik showing the three trolls in the background who were caught by the sunrise and turned to stone as they attempted to bring to shore a stranded ship. To eat the crew, I imagine.