Exploring the Mystical Snaefellsnes Peninsula

Whispers of the Earth & Spirit

Today was a day of deep exploration, not just of landscapes, but of the spirit of Snæfellsnes. From the hidden depths of a gorge to a place of ancient energy and finally, to a celebration of Icelandic craftsmanship, it was a journey that touched both the earth and the soul. I felt a profound connection to this land, a sense of belonging that resonated deep within me. Hans, ever the patient companion, indulged my whims, his architect's eye appreciating the raw beauty as much as I did.

Our morning began with a hearty breakfast at Lýsuhóll. Fuelled by traditional Icelandic fare, we set off for Rauðfeldsgjá Gorge. The drive itself was stunning, the landscape unfolding before us in a tapestry of greens and browns, the sky a vast canvas of blues and whites. As we neared the gorge, the air grew cooler, carrying with it a hint of the mysteries that lay ahead.

The entrance to Rauðfeldsgjá Gorge is easily accessible from the Ring Road. The parking area is a short walk from the gorge entrance. The initial approach to Rauðfeldsgjá Gorge felt like stepping into another world. The narrow opening in the rock face barely wide enough for two people, beckoned with an irresistible allure. A small stream trickled out, hinting at the hidden wonders within.


Explore the stunning Rauðfeldsgjá Gorge—an Icelandic gem filled with dramatic landscapes, folklore, and unforgettable hiking experiences.

Inside, the gorge narrowed, the towering walls of moss-covered rock creating an ethereal, almost otherworldly atmosphere. We clambered over rocks, the sound of rushing water echoing around us. The further we ventured, the narrower the crevice became, a small waterfall cascading into a pool of icy water. It was exhilarating and a little daunting, the power of nature palpable in every drop. Legend has it that Rauðfeldsgjá, translating to Red Cloak Rift, is named after a tragic tale from the Icelandic Sagas. It tells of Bárður Snæfellsás, a half-human, half-troll, who, in a fit of rage, threw Rauðfeldur into the gorge. The story adds another layer of mystique to this already enchanting place.

Sometimes, the most profound experiences are found in the most unexpected places.

Emerging from the gorge, invigorated and humbled, we continued our journey to Lýsuhóll. This place is known for its unique geothermal algae bath and its horse farm. While we didn't indulge in a bath this time, we did take a stroll around the area, soaking in the tranquil atmosphere. The air was clean and crisp, carrying the scent of wildflowers and the distant ocean. Lýsuhóll is said to possess a special energy, a feeling of peace that settled over us as we walked. I could feel the earth breathing beneath my feet, a sense of connection to something ancient and powerful.

Lunch was also at Lýsuhóll, a delightful meal of traditional Icelandic fare. Hans, ever the adventurous eater, tried the Plokkfiskur (fish stew), declaring it a culinary masterpiece. I opted for the lamb soup, a hearty and warming dish that perfectly complemented the cool Icelandic air.

After lunch, we drove to Grundarfjörður. This charming coastal town is famous for its stunning views of Kirkjufell mountain, but today, our destination was Kirkjufell Knitting. As someone who appreciates craftsmanship and the beauty of handmade items, I was eager to explore this quaint shop. The shop was a treasure trove of woolen delights. Colorful Icelandic sweaters, scarves, and hats lined the walls, each piece telling a story of tradition and skill. The intricate patterns reflected the natural beauty of the surrounding landscape. I have always loved the warmth and comfort of wool, especially Icelandic wool, known as lopi. It's lightweight, warm, and water-resistant, perfect for the unpredictable Icelandic weather.


Explore the charming Kirkjufell Knitting store in Grundarfjörður for authentic Icelandic knitted apparel and unique handcrafted gifts.

I spent a happy hour browsing the shelves, admiring the artistry and craftsmanship on display. I ended up buying a beautiful hand-knitted scarf, a reminder of our time in Snæfellsnes. I even considered buying some yarn to try my hand at knitting my own Icelandic sweater, perhaps a new hobby to take up during the long German winters. Hans, meanwhile, chatted with the friendly owners, learning about the history of knitting in Iceland and the significance of the different designs. He was fascinated by the process, his architect's mind appreciating the precision and skill involved.

Before dinner, we managed a quick stop at Kirkjufell, the iconic mountain that dominates the Grundarfjörður skyline. The light was beginning to fade, casting a golden glow over the landscape. We snapped a few photos, capturing the beauty of this majestic peak. It's easy to see why Jules Verne chose Snæfellsnes as the setting for his novel Journey to the Center of the Earth. There's something magical about this place, a sense of wonder that stays with you long after you've left.

Dinner was at Arnarstapi Center and Snjófell Restaurant, a cozy restaurant with stunning views of the coastline. We started with the traditional Icelandic meat soup, a hearty and flavorful broth filled with lamb and vegetables. For our main courses, Hans chose the fish and chips, while I opted for the lamb, cooked to perfection and served with roasted vegetables. The food was delicious, the atmosphere warm and inviting.


Experience Icelandic flavors at Arnarstapi Center's Snjófell Restaurant amidst stunning coastal views.

As we ate, we reflected on the day's adventures. From the hidden depths of Rauðfeldsgjá Gorge to the tranquil energy of Lýsuhóll and the cozy charm of Kirkjufell Knitting, it had been a day of exploration, discovery, and connection. Snæfellsnes continues to surprise and enchant us, its beauty and spirit weaving their way into our hearts. Tomorrow, we venture further into the peninsula, eager to uncover more of its secrets. We plan to visit Gerðuberg Cliffs and Ölkelduvatn Mineral Spring. I am looking forward to seeing more of the natural beauty of this area.

Before heading back to our guesthouse, we stopped at a local shop in Arnarstapi to pick up a few essentials. I had forgotten my portable charger, a rookie mistake for a travel blogger. Hans, ever the practical one, reminded me that we also needed to buy binoculars, something we had both forgotten to pack [TripDetails]. As we drove back, the northern lights began to dance across the sky, a breathtaking display of nature's artistry. It was the perfect end to a perfect day, a reminder of the magic that awaits in Iceland.