Our trip to Stykkishólmur was spur of the moment. We had done the Circle. We headed east to see Stöngs old and new, waterfalls, and more. We headed south to do... well, nothing. The road upon which we traveled required a 4x4 as soon as it departed the Capital Region. So, north it was.
In 874, according to the Icelandic "Book of Settlements," Norseman Ingólfur Arnarson threw the pillars to his chieftain's seat into the waters off the west coast of Iceland and promised to settle where they washed ashore. It reportedly took his slaves three years to find them. Personally, I'm curious to know what they did in the meantime.