Day 3
Fljótavik - Hlöðuvík
This day must have been the wettest and most adventurous I have had in Hornstrandir. After we left the summer house area in Fljótavík, we followed a non-existing trail on the northeastern side of Fljótavatn. This meant basically wading through a swamp for almost six kilometres, impossible to keep the socks dry. At the end of the valley, we climbed up to a mountain pass (Þorleifsskarð). From the base of the valley, no trail was visible, so we followed a GPS trail on OSMand. The clouds were hanging really low, so we couldn’t see where we were going and we soon entered the a world were we could only see ten meters in front of us. Somewhere up there, another hiker appeared from the fog, and we tried to say ‘hello’ to ask about the conditions on the mountain pass, but the other hiker did not see us. Was it a ghost maybe? But then we saw an orange stick and some footsteps in the mud, so we assumed we were on the right track. Not that the terrain got any easier. First we had to go traverse a boulder field just by a lake, then the “trail” went straight up a scree slope where for each two steps up, we went one down and we had to use our hands to climb. In clear weather this must have been a lot easier as Þórleifsdalur (the valley before the mountain pass) is really not that big. But then we reached the mountain pass and from there a visible path marked with orange sticks led us to the next small mountain pass (Almenningaskarð) and down to Kjaransvík. We walked by the sea to the next campsite, Hlöðuvík, where we met a friend and the group of sea kayakers, who offered us butter and freshly caught cod. What a great addition to our dehydrated food (even though we brought our own homemade dehydrated meals)!
Day 4
Hlöðuvík - Höfn
What I remember from this day is lots of steep uphills, quite windy, quickly eating some crackers to not get too cold, then the kind of fog on the higher elevations that makes everything wet. But on the way down, we also saw polar fox dens, polar fox cubs and then we arrived at Hornvík, where the rangers’ house is and a real toilet.