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Now Where?
At the top of the pass, we were confronted with an awesome view. It seemed as if the entire south of Iceland had opened up in front of us. The topography was especially confusing, with thick river deltas meandering seemingly in all directions. Luckily, as we came down the weather improved slightly, and we had a moment to gain our bearings. At this point the GPS I was carrying became extremely valuable. There were a couple key places we needed to cross the streams below, and I had them entered as waypoints. All we needed to do was find the waypoints.
This went fairly well, though at times it seemed like we were going the wrong way, the GPS vindicated itself when we came to one point in particular that we couldn't afford to miss. Our satisfaction with this was short lived though, as the sleet returned and unlike earlier didn't abate.
Soon we were soaked in icy sleet, pummeled by the wind, and were having no luck finding a suitably sheltered spot to pitch our tent. We finally found a somewhat sheltered canyon, and set up our tent as the sleet turned to snow and began to pile up. Unable to dry off very well, I shivered away a miserable night, perhaps getting a few hours of real sleep, mostly wondering what the morning would bring. If this weather kept up, or got worse, we'd be in a serious jam with no easy route of retreat.
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