Our day kicked off with a leisurely breakfast at Berg 3 Horse Farm cabin before we checked out. Grateful for the calming stillness after the earlier storm, we decided to seize this opportunity and captured the iconic Kirkjufell peak framed by cascading waterfalls, a mere 100 meters from the parking lot. This extraordinary day unfolded as we decided to break away from our Ring Road expedition, venturing into the enchanting West Fjords—a hidden gem known for its rugged beauty. Opting for a ferry (website we used to make our bookings: https://www.seatours.is) crossing over Breidafjörður Bay, we embraced the simplicity and charm of the journey between Stykkishólmur and Brjánslækur. Our picturesque journey to the Stykkishólmur ferry terminal took just 40 minutes, and we had pre-booked tickets that included a spot for our car. Surprisingly, boarding was already underway upon our arrival. In less than 10 minutes, we found ourselves on the cruise, parking our car on the lower deck. Choosing the upper deck, we settled into a comfortable spot to enjoy the coastal vistas—a serene interlude during the ferry cruise. There was a floating restaurant available on board uselling hot and cold snacks and beverages while yo enjoy the view outside witnessing numerous small and large islands on the way including Flatey Island. We munched on some crispy fries and Hot Chocolate in the middle of North Atlantic ocean. It didn’t feel like 2.5 hours have already passed and we could see Brjánslækur in westfjords.
Disembarking in Brjánslækur, the remote ambiance of Westfjords greeted us with a near-deserted port, setting the stage for our exploration. Although our accommodation in Patreksfjörður beckoned 60 kilometers away, the allure of discovering local gems prompted us to deviate from the plan momentarily.
Top Left to Right: Dynjandi Waterfalls, Latrabjarg Cliffs, Kleifabúi Stone Man; Bottom Left to Right: Photo: Gardar BA 64 shipwreck, Raudisandur Beach
Our journey unfolded, revealing architectural marvels such as the black Saurbaejarkirkja Church and the majestic Dynjandi Waterfalls—a cascade of seven smaller falls. Raudisandur Beach stretched before us, a vibrant tapestry of colors, and the renowned Gardar BA 64 shipwreck made an effortless appearance along the road. Mountain pass introduced us to the intriguing Kleifabúi Stone Man, a testament to the craftsmanship commemorating the highway’s construction. Latrabjarg, the westernmost point of Iceland, beckoned with its 12-kilometer cliff adorned with myriad nesting birds. Navigating cautiously along the edge due to strong winds and lack of railings, we strolled through the cliff and I must tell you, wind felt the strongest when we were standing 400m above sea level facing North Atlantic Ocean. Best months to visit Latrabjarg are June to August when one can witness Puffins, Guillemots, Fulmars, Razorbills and even Seals along the coast below the cliff next to the lighthouse.
As the day transitioned into evening, we headed to Birkimelur Swimming Pool, nestled along Road 62, for a unique and tranquil experience. Located in a serene setting, the pool doubled as a natural hot tub, making it a popular stop for travelers seeking relaxation. With no one present on the premises during our visit, the honor system prevailed—visitors were expected to drop money in a box for entry.The small changing room adjacent to the pool offered privacy and convenience. However, as luck would have it, we found ourselves without much cash, and regrettably, our plans for a soothing dip were thwarted.
Guided by hunger, we stumbled upon Vestur restaurant at N1 gas station in Patreksfjörður, relishing the flavors of Vegetarian Tacos, Fish and Chips, and Mozzarella Sticks. Our day concluded at Guesthouse Stekkaból in Patreksfjörður (http://stekkabol.net) — a family-run haven offering comfort and warmth amidst the unpredictable Icelandic weather, marking a fitting end to our day in West Fjords. We concluded the day by preparing a meal in the kitchen before retiring for the night.
Two Yellow Jackets 