On the way back across the black sand we collected some of the flotsam that rougher seas had deposited on the beach. Despite the remoteness of the area, we found quite a bit, mostly fishing related like torn nets and buoys but also some electric equipment of an apparently sunk ship.
It was starting to rain and the forecast for the area was depressing, so we started the long trek back south, mainly driven by a slight chance for surf at the Reykjanes peninsula the following day. The grizzle and the dull colours of the sky managed to make even the drive along this spectacular part of the Ring Road a little bit boring.
But this coast never lets you completely down as we found out when me made a quick stop at the Jökulsárlón lagoon. Sure, I had been here at least four times before and the boys had seen it yesterday and it was raining. But the rain and the cloudy sky together with some fog over the cold waters of the lagoon turned it into another place.