#16,200810,Mo,Snæfellsbær

After a few days with too much rain and being stuck inside, today is all about action again. It's a shame that it keeps pouring rain, or windy, or both, for most of the day.

But we're starting right away, Iceland's most beautiful mountain, Kirkjufell, is already in front of us. Rain, fog, wind force 7! So unfortunately, no enjoyable summit happiness, just a silhouette that can be guessed.

Turn left, Julia squeals with delight and takes care of hippophilic vitamin and mineral replenishment. A fantastic plain, at the end of which the glacier peak of Snaefellsjökull should actually be visible, no, it should be spread out in front of us. The sun even peeks out from between the clouds and enchants the landscape. Moss, flowers, and cotton grass add to the ambiance.

The weather is now showing all its extremes - thunderclouds above the sea, torn cloud shreds towards the glacier, storm-like gusts of wind, and horizontal showers. Nevertheless, we still want to reach the summit - we manage to cover 11km of off-road track with our mobile home, but a kilometer before the glacier, a few washed-out spots force us to stop again. We try to patch the worst holes with stones, but after a few minutes, we are completely soaked. Some members of the travel group are not convinced of the purposefulness of the project anyway - so we turn around ;-(

Fearless hikers, struggling harder against the storm than Everest tourists on the summit, and wrapped up like astronauts, confirm our retreat.

We casually pass by two volcanic craters in the bad weather, unfortunately, we are an hour too late for a cave hike. Later, we find out that an incredibly idyllic seafood restaurant right by the sea has been closed for 15 minutes, and we would have been quite frustrated if it weren't for the tip about the rock crevice.

We immediately disappear into it, curious and impressed, and balance on protruding stones through pools, climb small streams, and soon find ourselves at a submerged 3-meter wall, separated from the airplane tourists by a small rope ;-)

Deeper in the gorge, we walk over numerous seagull carcasses, whose majestic flying abilities probably experience their dramatic limits here due to the weak light and the dampness. After a few more tunnels and slippery fords, we have to surrender to a vertical, twisted waterfall that is about 10 meters high. Climbing up might still be possible, even if it means an unforgettable wash, but going down...!?

Anyway, we are reconciled and filled with adrenaline again.

With a car odor that now slowly resembles a bear's den, we decide today against camping and for the best house in the area. An award-worthy dinner and mattresses that hardly fall short of the elevated Highland Jeeps round off the extraordinary day in style.