DAY 5

We had to arise early for a "hike" in the northern city of Ísafjörður which was roughly 2 hours to the north, although most
of this distance was driving down one side of a fjord and then back up the other.  After a rather good buffet breakfast
we set out, rimming the fjords and arriving around 10 am.

We weren't entirely sure what this entailed, but Jen got the feeling of unease when the booker mentioned that it was
really tough and that "no one ever booked this one."  After driving around the mountains overlooking the town we got
out and immediately began ascending the side of the mountain, sans trail.

Each summit proved to be false, in large part due to how steep the mountain was, and finally hours later amid snow
and stone, we ascending the peak, where the highest point was marked by a heap of stone.  That was only around half
of the hike, however, as we still had to get down.  The guides were taking pictures, apparently we were to go in the
eventual travel brochures (They sent us pictures after it was all done.)

We rode down the snow on our backsides, which was both hilarious and fun.  The stony slopes were trecherous, though,
and Jen went head over heels, and I briefly though I was going to be a widower at 30, but she caught herself after
about 10 feet.  She heroically limped down the rest of the mountain on shaking legs and a twisted ankle.  After 7
hours, we were off the mountain and stopped once more at a gas station as Jen was covered in mud and didn't want to
be seen in a sit-down restaurant.

We drove back and examined our injuries from the pool, which was comfortable in spite of the cold, howling wind.  It
was cold enough the local sea birds joined us.

(As an aside, our guide mentioned that his family had lived here for over 1000 years and he had never been to a major
city, even Reykjavik, 'cept for airports.)