It’s real windy in the night and the blowing tent wakes me frequently. I poke my nose out of the tent and there’s not a cloud in the sky. The wind continues until morning with very strong gusts and total silence in between. Very strange. By the time I get up at 7, the clouds have rolled in and with the wind, it’s quite chilly. I opt for breakfast inside. It’s nice looking out the window, and I watch a big ship go by.
By the time I’m ready to leave, the sun has returned, but the wind has stayed. I make a quick stop at Skrúður, which is an ornamental garden. Would be a very pretty place for a picnic but I have a different agenda today.
I stop at Mýrafell mountain with plans to hike to the top. But in typical mánaljós fashion, I get sidetracked by a smaller trail that I set out to explore and the time just flies by. The trail is up on a steep ridge but follows the coastline with a pretty view. I pick some more herbs, taste some crowberries (krækiber) and stumble across some blueberries, which are pretty tasty already. Not bad for the end of July!
Back at the car, I take a short break and decide to explore the proper trail to the top, although it‘s getting a bit late. At one point it suddenly turns into scree on a steep slope. A cairn marks the trailhead. Nope, that‘s not for me. I follow a sheep trail around the east side of the mountain and find a much easier, gradual and grassy route to the top. On the way down, I spot some mushrooms and more blueberries and end up picking until my mouth is blue. On the way home, I stop at the end of the fjord for a long walk on the beach. There are lots of interesting shells here. It‘s strange how each beach can be so totally different.