After a short rest in the sauna of a mountaintop hut, the foul weather returned with whiteout blizzard conditions.
False summit victory shot. The group of backpackers from Italy and Spain who took this picture caught sight of the "Merlin" logo partially hidden by my frame bag and began berating me for subjecting such a fine bicycle to the abuses of the Laugavegur Trail.
Actual summit. Unfortunately the loose shale and steep grade dictated that we continue walking downhill for the initial descent.
Breaking for lunch at the Alftavatn Hut.
Both of my Wiggy's ultralight hip-waiters developed leaks so I just went barefoot to try and minimize the sogginess of my pants, socks, and shoes. Water was just cold enough to completely numb my legs. The benefits of a lightweight bike-packing kit readily evident as I was able to easily shoulder my loaded bike for one trip across each river, whereas another pair of bike travelers had to take three separate trips, one for the bike and two for each set of front and rear panniers.