We thought we knew where we were going yesterday, so I did not pay much attention to Don's driving - except when he would weave towards the side of the road. Soon, we got into a blizzard. Not just any blizzard. This kind of blizzard:
High winds blew wet snow across the road so hard that we had to use the yellow markers to remain on it. White knuckle at times, but we made it. After awhile, however, I thought things just didn't seem right. Turns out I was correct!
We had totally missed a turn that would keep us on the coastline, and we were going up over a mountain. Oh boy! I am glad nothing happened on the way, because there is nothing up there - no farms, no towns, no people, few cars at this time of year. The good news is, it wasn't that far out of the way, and we were able to get to our hotel and another town in good time.
The one unfortunate part is that we missed out on some delicious food along the coast. We stopped at the first town we saw, and at the hotel we went to the restaurant, which is usually very good. This time, however, we struck out. Mexican food. With brown rice. And a bad salad. And rather stale chips. It got us by, but Mexican food in Iceland is not great.
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