The plan was set last year when Matt came to me and asked "Do you fancy a trip to Iceland?" Due to being on the cards for awhile I couldn't refuse even when he told me it was going to be a winter visit. That just made it more interesting to me. Training commenced with the fall of fresh snow.
(Not that we had much this year, grumble, grumble)
The first trip out in the Lakes made us hope for better snow in Iceland.
A couple of days in Scotland and biking over the winter months in the Lakes made up our training.
Packed up and ready, here we come ICELAND!
The plan was to ride from Grindavik (SW) to Porshofn (NW) 460 miles through the highlands following F26. As the trip got closer we started religiously checking the webcams and weather. It was starting to look a little like summer..........brill the conditions were looking grand for the adventure. Ooops I spoke too, too soon as we arrived on the Monday the weather was looking a little, actually a lot like winter. SNOW! SNOW! SNOW! We didn't have a clue about the lovely snowfall they had the day before we arrived.
From the BBC
Record breaking amounts of snow fell in the city of Reykjavik in Iceland last night and the pictures are amazing.
The snow in the capital peaked at 51cm, a record for snowfall in the month of February.
Only once in history has this been topped, when snowfall in the city reached 55cm in January 1937.
One night and all had changed but we kept optimistic. Once we had collected our huge amount of luggage, we took the bus from the airport to the B&B the Blue House. During the journey we got chatting to the driver about what we had planned, his laughs echoed through the bus as he remarked, " Maybe you should get measured up for some body bags!" Some great advise.
When dawn arrived, we packed up, left the warmth and headed off on the bikes with 32kg of food...... tent......sleeping bags...... etc. Our pockets burned as we left the outdoor shop after getting some gas and fuel. Ouch!! 2 gas canisters and 2 litres of fuel £57.
The morning came when the sun shone brightly onto our frozen tent as we woke from a deep sleep. Packed up, we headed towards Selfoss along the coastal road not hilly but the headwind made for a slow, arduous day which was rewarded with a stay in a warm house with a hot tub. I'd packed everything except the kitchen sink and my swim shorts. Mental note add swim shorts to bikepacking holiday list.
The following day we decided to get a bit more (hopefully useful) advise. We visited the local Mountain Rescue Team and they told us they had done plan A in Summer and it took them 12 days, remarking it was pretty tough in Summer due to the weather let alone in winter. This lead our thoughts towards plan B to follow the F35 north and up to the coast with a bus journey back.
Gear packed up, down jackets on, hands deep inside the pogies we pedalled off up to Faxi, ready for some off road trails. Both of us were slowly getting fed up of tarmac (fat bikes not built for roads). That night we stayed on a campsite which wasn't open, falling asleep to the gush of the beautiful waterfall next to us.
Tourist time! The next morning we got to do be real tourist as we biked past Geysir stopping and taking selfies then on to Gullfoss Falls. Tourist time over, time to get off the beaten track. Luckily local drivers had been along the first 10 miles or so making this section ride-able. As we biked past a tin hut, thoughts of cover for the night slipped into our heads, should we stop and spend the night or carry on? Decision made quickly, we would stop at the hut, dump some stuff and go for an afternoon ride across to a small hut marked on the map to experience riding in deep snow. On the way to the hut we hit a river (not frozen ) so we turned around and headed back to the tin shack. A refreshing snack was needed, a frozen apple! Big mistake, ten minutes later I was colder than ever and had to get into my sleeping bag to calm the shivers. Lesson learnt fruit not that good for you after all!
Chatting about the condition of the snow (deep, powdery and impossible to bike on) and wishing we had brought our ski touring stuff brought us that evening to revising the plans again. Looking at the map we decided to bike to a hut in Nyifoss and then head back to the tin shack.
The following morning we packed up and set off.........pushing, a few strokes, pushing, pushing, a few strokes. After 6 miles repeatedly doing this we made the call to turn round and head back to base camp. That afternoon we talked about what we should do. Looking at the weather which was predicted to deteriorate, prices to stay places and the snow, we made the call to come home 😥
It was not an easy choice to make but I think it was the best one. To add to the joy, that night was not the best for me, I spent most of it in the drop toilet after eating some freeze dried beef.
The following morning not feeling that grand from the joyful partying in the loo, Matt beasted me the 50 miles back to the bus stop that would to take us back to Reykjavik. We got to the bus stop in plenty of time and tried to make expensive coffees last as long as we could but we had to give in and buy a pizza 12" £32 to share.
The deep snow altered our plans, but I wouldn't change it, an amazing adventure was had, memories made and yes we got to see in all it's beauty the aurora borealis.
😕Now for the photos that don't do it justice