Yesterday on checking the official Iceland weather information Paul noted the warning for weather in Iceland. Almost the whole country had a weather warning.
Checking the Windy app, it looked like Iceland was going to get a fair amount of wind.
Since we are not supposed to drive this motorhome if it reaches above 15 meters per second, we made the decision that we would haul to Hvammstangi and stay here for two nights.
It is a good thing too as this morning we received an email from the Motorhome rental company indicating that the weather forecast was for hurricane force wind gusts up to 40 m/s – about 144 km per hour – and warning us we should stay put and not drive the motorhome.
We listened to that advice. Good thing we were ahead of the game and had already made those plans.
As a genealogist and family historian I was quite happy to see that our campsite has its own church and graveyard (perhaps not everyone’s cup of tea, but I like it).
This morning after breakfast we were going to walk into town. We got only to the entrance of the campsite before we were hit with weather. We made it back to the motorhome but not before getting quite soaked. The part of my pack that was against my back was wet as well as the outside. As we are now used to the way Iceland weather works, we waited for it to get sunny again for a couple of minutes and then made the trek into town. It seems to roll in a pattern – we get some sun, then wind, then wind and rain (or hail), then more wind, then sun again. Waiting patiently for the next sun break you can get some things done.
One of the things we did was stop at the local wool factory and bought some Icelandic wool.
We also stopped and got some more groceries. Though we are also trying to run out of everything as we only have a few more days in Iceland.
We are spending the rest of the day hunkered down. The campsite is in a “sheltered dell” and Paul is parked into the wind which both reduce the amount of wind we are feeling. Though, at times it is definitely severe.
I’ll leave you with the Icelandic tourist pledge that we found at the last campsite in Egilsstaðir.