Fjords, Horses, and Peaceful Spaces

If yesterday was the day of many waterfalls, today was the day of fjords, Icelandic horse farms (not just farms that are in Iceland, but farms raising Icelandic horses), and all-around sighs of contentment.

We drove along several spectacular fjords of northern Iceland, through one-lane tunnels (with occasional turnouts to meet cars), and through horse and sheep country. We stopped to eat lunch in Siglufjörður, a fishing town at the north tip of a peninsula beside a fjord of the same name. We ate outside along the wharf in our fourth day of sunshine and blue skies. My description (and these phone pics) cannot do it justice. It looked sort of like being high in the Alps with mountains all around, except that it also overlooks a fjord.

(This part is especially for my daughter, the horse lover): The Icelandic horses are a special breed, found only here. Icelanders keep other horses out of Iceland and if an Icelandic horse goes elsewhere, it cannot return. They're serious about keeping these horses special. The horses reportedly have several gaits that no other horse can do. I don’t know about that, but they sure were beautiful grazing in the farm fields beside the fjords.

Our cottage tonight has a hot tub, so after sitting in it, we are now winding down, reading, and getting sleepy. I've been wanting to wait up long enough to see the sunset (its at 11:45 tonight) but I keep falling asleep too soon. I'll get it sometime before we leave.