Why do they call it Iceland? They should call it Nice Land

What an incredible day. A new visual wonder around every turn.

We started with a morning tour of a smoked rainbow trout farm lead by our B&B hostess Kristin. She, her father and her four sisters own and run the factory. When she found out Brad smokes our fish at home, we had a good-natured contest. We think they both taste fantastic. Her B&B, the Bjarmaland Guesthouse, which deserves more credit than the Lonely Planet guide book gives it, is at: http://bjarmaland.bloggar.is/blogg/.

It was a day of driving and waterfall-watching after that. We have rarely seen such gorgeous scenery. Every new fjord we encountered and every mountain in between that we crossed -- each had its own serene beauty.

Check it out:

Check out the long and winding (gravel) road behind us.

This is the Dynjandi Waterfall. Can you tell we liked it?

This pass helps put the "ice" in Iceland.

This is the town of Isafjordur, home to 3,000 of the Westfjord's 8,000 inhabitants.

We're glad we talked the waiter out of bringing us two entrees tonight at the Tar House restaurant. One was plenty for the two of us. What you don't see is the humongous tureen of fish soup.

Despite being here a week and day so far, our grasp of the Icelandic road signs is still poor. But we think this one says "Leaving San Francisco."

We're now in Isafjordur, near the northwestern tip of Iceland. We checked in with our sea kayak guide this afternoon. Instead of a four-day kayak/camping trip, it looks like the weather is going to force us to shorten it to two days. Which means we'll be off the grid for the next couple of days and not posting to this blog.

The good news: they allow cameras on the kayaks, meaning we should have some terrific photos to share once we get back to civilization.