The trip was in full reverse.
My journey, however long it had been at this point had met it’s turning point.
All signs pointed west.
With that, I began the trek toward Reykjavik.
Driving the relentless black landscape.
Mountains behind a foggy white haze.
A heavy rain pounds down.
Hoping for more time along the coast, I aimed for Vik.
As I neared, the weather only worsened.
I came across a sign for Pakgil Campground.
People had told me, “you have to see Pakgil! It’s amazing.”
Down Road214 I went.
I was going to find out what all the fuss was about.
Without warning this nondescript road lulls you to sleep,
simultaneously disconnecting you from and reconnecting you to the world.
The small white car that followed my path was becoming more distant.
Eventually disappearing behind a ridge not to be seen again.
I was truly alone here.
Soft sloping hills turned to ragged landscapes.
The gravel road became a dirt road littered with giant potholes.
My senses were now in overdrive.
Take it all in, make photos, oh yah and drive!
I reached a plateau, finding these beaten down huts shattered about.
Worn throughout the ages, these primitive wood shelters and foggy haze transported me to a different place.
Out the car, wandering about I was convinced this place was hell.
Creepy vibes were off the charts.
Cold, soaked and thinking I had seen Pakgil I continued my drive along this path.
Why stop now?
The road continued, the landscape becoming more amazing, the GPS ever less reliable.
I began to wonder, where exactly where this road was taking me.
Valleys were crossed, gorges were ogled at.
All I could think was don’t stop.
You have to keep going.
Except I did stop.
I stopped when I saw that sign.
That smug little smiley face knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Pakgil is another 5km further!?”
“What was that creeping place I stopped at!?”
I continued on, I had to.
Road now running along side, and at times intertwined with the river.
I made it to Pakgil.
Truly amazing place — amazing experience getting here.
I still haven’t been able to figure out what those broken down huts were.