Your night, stop by stop
South to Reynisfjara
We drive south at first light, coffee in hand, watching the lava fields turn gold as we head toward the black sand coast.
Beachcombing
We walk the black sand looking for what the sea left overnight. Driftwood, kelp, weird shells. Stay back from the sneaker waves.
Lunch at Suður-Vík
We thaw out in Vík with lamb soup and arctic char at the old wooden house up the hill, the only warm room for miles.