Most people who visit Iceland stick to the ring road and the well-known attractions, and I get why. It’s easy, it’s convenient, and there’s a lot to see. But the Icelandic Highlands…that’s a whole different story. This is a place where roads turn into rough tracks of gravel, where rivers have no bridges, and you feel like you’re walking into an entirely different world. I remember the first time I ventured up there. I was leaving behind the busy spots with tour buses and comfortable parking lots and heading straight into the unpredictable heart of the country.
What struck me immediately was the sense of solitude. It’s not that there’s nothing up there; it’s that the landscape has this raw, powerful silence. You might drive for hours without seeing another car. The mountains are often bare, with their dark volcanic slopes and patches of moss or snow, depending on the season. Rivers snake through the valleys, sometimes gentle, sometimes raging, and you have to be prepared to ford them if you want to keep going. This isn’t the kind of trip you decide on a whim. You need a four-wheel-drive vehicle, good maps, and some solid planning.
One of the highlights for me was stumbling upon geothermal areas that seem to pop out of nowhere. I’d be walking across a landscape that looked like something from a lunar mission—black volcanic gravel everywhere—and suddenly, there’d be a patch of bright orange earth, steaming vents, and bubbling mud pools. It’s as if the ground is alive, whispering about all the volcanic energy underneath your feet. In some places, you can even find natural hot springs that have no sign, no crowds—just a quiet pool of warm water waiting for anyone who’s adventurous enough to get there. Sitting in one of those pools, feeling the warmth of the earth itself while the highland winds swirl around you, is a memory that sticks with you long after you’ve headed back down to civilization.
Hiking in the highlands is a different kind of challenge. Trails are often less marked, weather can shift from sunshine to sleet in an hour, and you have to rely on your own judgment. But that’s part of the appeal. You might find yourself halfway up a ridge, looking over endless expanses of volcanic desert, distant glaciers shimmering in the light, and not another soul around. It’s humbling. It makes you realize just how small we are, and how vast and untamed the world still can be. That feeling is what makes these places so special. You’re not just seeing sights—you’re engaging with the environment on its terms.
Another tip: timing matters. The highland roads aren’t open year-round. They typically open in summer, often late June or July, and close by the first heavy snows in autumn. Even then, conditions can change rapidly. It’s not about ticking off a list of attractions. It’s more about embracing the uncertainty. Maybe you won’t get to your planned campsite because a river’s too high or because a sudden storm forces you to turn back. That’s okay. The highlands teach you to accept nature’s terms and adjust your plans rather than force them.
It’s also important to be respectful. This environment is fragile. Vegetation grows slowly in these harsh conditions, and off-road driving can scar the landscape for decades. Stick to the tracks, leave no trace, and give the place the reverence it deserves. The highlands aren’t a theme park—they’re a reminder that not everything on this earth has been tamed and packaged for easy consumption.
So if you’re looking for something beyond the usual routes, consider heading into the Icelandic Highlands. It won’t be easy. It won’t always be comfortable. But it’ll give you a sense of discovery and awe that’s hard to find anywhere else. It’s the kind of experience that leaves you with dirt under your fingernails, a hint of sulfur in your nose, and memories etched deep enough that, years later, you’ll still feel that quiet thrill when you think back on your time there.