 Vik (A) to Kerlingarfjoll (B) After circumnavigating the island, we take our first F-road up the interior of Iceland. The road designation "F" means that it is recommended only for 4-wheel drive vehicles because of the variable terrain and potential water crossings. We managed it with 1-wheel drive!  F-this... :) There is a website run by the Icelandic government that shows the status of the F-Roads at any moment. Most of these roads are closed in the wintertime. In the springtime, bulldozers and cats remove the snow from the roads, but leave the surface rutted with washboard. That was the toughest aspect of the riding on this F-road - keeping the fillings in our teeth, as we gave the street suspension on our motorcycles quite a workout.  Long way to go, still...  Riding past a waterfal in the interior of Iceland - So amazing!  "Are we there yet...?" Hofsjokull glacier on the right.
As travelers move off the beaten path and head into the interior, access to fuel and lodging becomes more limited. As we prepared for our adventure in the rugged interior, measuring distance between fuel stops and advance booking of mountain huts became really important. We heard great things about Kerlingarfjoll - a volcanic system near Hofsjokull - from fellow travelers, so we booked ourselves into a mountain hut, nestled among some of the most spectacular mountain ranges.  Kerlingarfjoll Our camping grounds in Kerlingarfjoll remind me of a little hippie commune. With no hot water and no wireless Internet, this was probably one of our favorite places to stay in Iceland. The campsite is situated in the valley surrounded by mountains on three sides. Our cabin is the one of the far right, it was divided in half and we shared it with a German couple who slept in the other half. I kept them up all night with my snoring. :)  Kerlingarfjoll campgrounds by the light of the evening sun. It was so pretty here!  Hiking around Kerlingarfjoll.  Sometimes you lose track of time just staring at the scenery  Here's another way to do it.. We were very out of place at the campsite amidst the other granola-eating hikers. Speaking of which, we just got invited to a beach party when we get back, and I'm sporting an extra 10lbs of winter fat. Maybe I *should* take up hiking and eat granola for the rest of the trip...  In our tiny cabin in Kerlingarfjoll, Neda shows me the day's catch
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