We had a long stop at Vík, where we wandered those beautiful black sands. We also visited the wool shop there and bought a few sweaters…but then we were back on the road again.
It was windy all over, and there were dust devils every so often.
And at times, ominous clouds…
And then we came upon this strange spot: Laufskálavardða
This is a lava ridge between to rivers, just before the vast desert plain of the Mýrdalssandur. Tradition dictates that travelers who are about to cross the dangerous desert of Mýrdalssandur leave a stone here as tribute to the creatures (both natural and supernatural) of the land, hoping for safe passage. Legend says there was once a farm here, named Laufskálar, destroyed in the 9th century in the first recorded eruption of Katla.
The sign says that the Public Roads Administration put a bunch of rocks here for travelers to use as tribute, but we could not find any that had not already been made into cairns. So…..we just had to take our chances as we left and drove across the Mýrdalssandur. GULP!