This is a picture of me young of age with my mother on our way from the farm. There were couple of ways to get to it. One way was to walk the shore when the tide was out.

Another way was to go there by boat. I am the one in red.

The third way was to walk over the mountains from a nearby valley. Often you could get help from rock piles strung on the way over, keept up by people walking by. These things Icelanders call "Vordur" or in english cairns.

"Vordur" would be placed enough apart that you could see from one to the other.

About the time I turned twelve a brave man decided to make a road to the farm. This part of the road was the most dangerous part of it and one of the main reasons for it had not been attempted before. My father wanted to be the first person to drive his car all the way to the farm so he would move his car ever so often as the bulldoser moved along the narrow path it made. I remember being in the car in this part of the road and one of the hind wheels went of the road for a moment so narrow was the road. Still today there is no way to meet another car for long strips of the road. You just have to back the car until you find a spot if you happen to meet one. This road closes every winter and every time there comes a rock or two down which has happened often. So forget getting your mail on a regular basis or fresh food. after the road came there was no need for the boat so some got a slow funeral by the sea.

That same man decided couple years later to make a road also on the other side of the fjord where people had for centures walked. cars just as the people on foot before have to make sure the tide is out or get splashed. Both roads obviously are only ment to be used by jeeps.