Upgraded to Dangerous

I've now included several posts, including this one, of one of my most favorite days (not surprisingly, duh). It was the day in northern Iceland when Gary and I took off for a long drive even further north along the coast. We had been considering it for a couple days but the road was closed; keep in mind that the trek was a dirt road perilously clinging to the edge of a mountain with nothing to keep you from sliding off into the North Sea - oh, and it was the first week of January. On our last full day in Holmavik the road designation was upgraded from Closed to Dangerous, and off we were. As I've discussed, we began and ended the day in thermal hotpots, but in between we embarked on the drive north. We were trying to reach another town, whose name I'll have to look up, but we never made it that far. Why we were going to the farther town is anybody's guess because I think the one hotel there, where we were allegedly going to eat, was almost certainly closed (why would it be open? the one road leading to it was closed, but we were optimistic - of course, we're also determined to visit the Democratic Republic of the Congo soon so I wouldn't trust our judgment). We managed to not slide into the North Sea, obviously, and about two-thirds of the way north we finally found an stretch of road wide enough for us to turn around, and, at least briefly, common sense reigned.