We arrived at Myvatn Camp in the afternoon, it was raining and blowing, we had no desire to set up tents. The shared kitchen and dining room (covered and closed) was packed. There was no other way, we set up tents, cooked something quickly in them and fell asleep. At night our bags were wet, water had entered the tent from the side due to the downpours and wind. During the day we managed to dry our special down sleeping bags, so it was no worse. 
We had a whole bunch of sights planned for Myvatn. After breakfast, the first stop was the Dimmuborgir lava field. It is a huge area of 2000-year-old lava flows. There are walking trails, we chose the 2.3km long Church Circle. You walk past lava towers, scarp formations and even a church.
Next came the climb to the Hverfjall crater. The crater, which appeared 2700 years ago, is 452m high and 1040m wide. A black sand path leads to it. It was very windy at the top, but the view from 452m over Lake Myvatn was magnificent. At the same time, we were already looking in the other direction, towards the orange mountains of Namafjall. 
Hverir was the next tourist spot. A geothermal area, smelly, smoky, orange, grey, even blue, bubbling, otherworldly. Something we saw for the first time. Beautiful colours. This ornate area truly resembles the Moon, full of mud pots, steam vents and mineral deposits. If you get cold, take a deep breath and catch your breath (because it really stinks) and stand next to a steam vent, it warms you up in no time. 
From here we drove to Krafla. Krafla is an 818m high hill and the site of a geothermal power plant and young people eruptions of the Krafla volcano, they are called Krafla fires, because the volcano erupted from 1977 to 1984. On the road, we watched the pipes from the window, from which steam was escaping in some places. At the upper parking lot, we looked at the Viti crater. Mom and dad walked further, and the three of us just went to take pictures. When you get to the edge of the crater, a pleasant surprise awaits you - there is water in the crater! A blue lake! 
From here we drove to the parking lot a little lower and went on a fantastic walk through the lava field: Leirhnjukur. First along the path past the lakes and then further past various openings through which smoke rises from lava of various structures to a point where the view takes your breath away. There is black and red lava everywhere. A complete wasteland! 
We also went back to the power plant for a brief explanation of how geothermal energy is produced - I admit that I don't know much about it. carried away .
From here on, the plan was as follows: with our SUV, we headed inland, into the highlands to Askja. We chose road F88. The map showed that we had to cross rivers. Smaller rivers- rekic . We had already driven quite a bit inland. In complete solitude, no one anywhere. The gravel road was quite okay, nothing special. I was nervous, a little worried. Urban was sleeping. Everything was going according to plan until we got to the river. A specific river! Tata was ready to drive across. But I made it clear that this would not happen under any circumstances. Vasya got down, went to check the depth. Somewhere up to his knees, supposedly a small snack for our SUV. Aaah! An alarm went off in my head. The two men insisted that it was nothing, that we should go across, Grandma, why are you making it complicated ? They really wanted to cross, until I seriously threatened that under no circumstances would we cross the raging river with the child. The river! Under no circumstances! Let them leave me and Urban there, I'm not going across that river! And that's it.
And we turned around and went back... back to civilization.
