We climbed up above Svartifoss, higher and higher, and began to get little glimpses of the Vatnajokull ice cap that had been hidden by the clouds.
Ahead of us to the north were these peaks, and if we had started earlier we could have gone much closer to them. Our goal was a nearby peak, less high than these.
From the top, looking south across the Skeidararsandur glacial outwash plain. That's a storm on the horizon. This was a Japanese couple we had seen before. After they left, we were alone up there and never saw anyone else until we had rejoined the main trail, halfway back down.
And looking to the west, across the vast Skeidararjokull glacier, with the tundra in its autumn magnificence.
We were given brief glimpses of the high mountain peaks at the top of Vantajokull; it was so beautiful, and so quiet, that you could almost forget that under this glacier lies Bardarbunga, one of the most active volcanic systems in Iceland.