We both awoke early this morning, before 6am. After packing up and making a quick breakfast we were one of the first to leave the hut. There was low fog and we had no clear idea where we were actually going. A French couple warned us not to go as we set off as the snow field ahead was littered with crevasses and visibility was relatively poor. However against their advice, we set off.
The wind and rain battered us at altitude for the first hour, it was so cold and the rain stung our faces with its veracity. As we continued walking, being careful to dodge anything looking like a crevasse (although it was incredibly hard to spot them).
You can see here the amount of crevasses (little blue lines with balls on the end). They covered the footpath and the map was far too small a scale to usefully navigate around them.
We finally emerged out of the clouds onto a ridge line covered in ice rivers, hot sprints and volcanic algae growth. After exploring luminescent ice caves and descending a long, steep hill, the hut was in sight sooner than we'd expected - although still a long way off.
Our first river crossing was easily navigated, it was simply an ice bridge at this time of year meaning we didn't have to get our feet wet at all. We stopped for lunch in a small cave before continuing the final, flat leg of the walk to our lakeside hut.
We threw our bags inside and headed down to the lakeside. It was stunning. We sat on mounds of moss which were ridiculously warm and skimmed rocks on the lake. We then headed down the shoreline to a steep, rocky outcrop. We traversed up it on our hands and knees before arriving at the top. Climbing this small, steep hill had afforded us the beautiful view of the next valley over, untouched by the footprints of the thousands of Laugavegur trail hikers.
The valley had steep sides and a large, flat basin. Behind our little pinnacle we were completely sheltered from the wind making it warm and pleasant. Combined with the thick, deep moss that felt like memory foam to lie on I accidentally fell asleep for what must have been at least half an hour, oblivious to the fact I was on a 300m cliff in the middle of Iceland.
We headed back, controlled by our stomachs rather than a desire to leave this place. We ate sausages, instant mash potato covered in instant gravy. After finishing with chocolate pudding in the sun, mountains spread out in the distance, my birthday was complete.
An enjoyable, tiring, yet rewarding day filled with enjoyable hiking and jaw dropping scenery.