Day 16 - Djúpivogur to Hofn: 102km

Today's ride had no sunshine, no rain, no wind. Just grey.

It might be the miles catching up with me, but today wasn't inspiring, invigorating, or even contemplative. The word that kept coming to mind was 'desolate.' I felt like I was pushing through an environment that didn't want me there, and felt no obligation to welcome me.

Lots of twisting roads and rolling hills

Goats everywhere (gotta look close, I'm not going to crop)

I'm not complaining. The hills were manageable, it was cool but not cold, and there was no wind or rain, so all-in-all not terrible riding conditions. I just felt all day like I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.

Trigger warning - this was a legally permissible, but rationally stupid route choice for a bicycle

This is the grey

Tomorrow is going to suck. Heavy rain and cold.

It's the perfect day to take off, but I have no accommodations nearby for tomorrow, and it's supposed to be a downpour all day, so I don't really want to set up camp in that mess.

I'm planning on a 100+km ride in what will probably be the dreariest conditions I've faced so far on this tour, and for the longest period of time. Tonight is all about psyching myself up for it.