I’ve decided that Iceland was created for riders. Not easy riders, not sport riders, but adventure riders. The best way to get somewhere is often the gravel track going up and over, instead of the gravel road winding itself to the destination. What better dilemma to have?
On my second day in Iceland I was able to ride to the base of a glacier. Not the tourist center, the actual base of the glacier!
I then hit the tourist spot just off the ring road where the various glaciers melt into the ocean.
I then rode on to Reykjavik. The trip was my last bit of lite riding for a while.