The goal, yesterday, was to go to Slættaratindur, the highest peak in the Faroes. However, when we got close, it was in too much fog to make the hike worth our while. Plus Elsa wasn't sure enough of the direction to attempt it in the fog.
But let us start from the beginning:
We left Velbastað at around 11 am, drove through Tórshavn, Hoyvík, Hvítanes, and Kaldbaksbotnur to get to the first tunnel (2.5 km). Then we continued north through Kollafjørður, Hósvík, and Streymnes. Then, before we crossed the bridge over the atlantic ocean to the next island, we decided to visit my other Mammubeiggji (Bjørgheðin) in Langasand.
I gave the kids a whirlwind tour of "home," paying particular attention to the places that have stories behind them. This was the second time we saw Nicolina and Bjørgheðin, but the first time we saw Olevina (their daughter and my best friend) andher new boyfriend Ole.
Then we proceded on our tour, through Svínáir, Ljósá, and Eiði. Just outside Eiði, we stopped and looked back over the peninsula to 'Risin og Kellingin' or 'the Giant and the Hag.' A little further up the road, we stopped at the parking place for Slættaratindur and debated the wisdom of continuing the 2 hour round trip in the fog. We continued to Gjøgv instead.
In Gjøgv, we went to the restaurant, Gjáargarður, where Bret and I had our anniversary dinner many years ago. A band was playing outside, consisting of a guitar, a violin, and a ukalele. The uke player is also a well known artist, Janus á Húsagarði, whom i am apparently related to. His mother and my mother are ferminingar (third cousins.) I bought one of his posters and had him autograph it!
Then we walked around the village for a while. There was a family reunion being held in Gjøgv, so there was quite a crowd. Elsa knew a fair number of them. We played down on the shore, both in the canyon, where the village got its name, and in the open areas.
When we'd had enough of that, we drove on to Oyndarfjørður and the rocking stones. These are two huge boulders in the water that actually move with the waves. It is a strange sight to behold.
We then headed home a shorter way, that involved two tunnels and narrow roads.
Sounds like a helluva an adventure. Hope you can summit and post a picture. Do you remember when we climbed Guadalupe Peak, the highest point in Texas, back in college?
ReplyDeleteYes, that was a great trip. I was so skinny back then.
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