The next day we awoke to rain and howling wind, but hopeful that the weather would turn we drove to the northernmost fjord and village of Borgarfjörður-Eystri. The road there, Rt 94, is called the haunted highway based on legend. It winds through farmland and along the coast, goes up into the mountains, the starting point for many hikes, and then descends again down to the ocean. About halfway there, in the middle of nowhere, you come upon a solar powered vending machine in a green building. If the power is off when you arrive, you just switch it on, sign the guest book, wait a few minutes and then purchase your snacks..

The village of Borgarfjörður-Eystri is home to just 100 people. There is a cute little turf house still lived in by an elderly widow, a typical Icelandic church and a bit out town there is a small harbor and platforms for viewing nesting puffins, kittiwakes and other sea birds. The puffins were gone for the season but we got some pix of kittiwakes.