As Heather white-knuckles our Suzuki over the mountain pass to Seyðisfjörður, we get quieter and quieter. The fog is impossibly thick, and oncoming cars appear and disappear in seconds. When the road isn't winding up a steep switchback, its sides drop off to lakes thick with ice.
This is a time for concentration.
The fjords of East Iceland are a casualty of our schedule. We don't have time for more than an overnight stay here, but we're hoping to get a glimpse of the landscape on our way through. Once we descend out of the clouds into Seyðisfjörður, we immediately resolve to return. The mountains on either side are massive and imposing, and the seaside town is picturesque, but we don't have time to linger today.