The middle of day three finds us heading for yet another waterfall. Sigh. It couldn’t possibly be as pretty as Seljanlandsfoss. Or could it?
Skogafoss is considered to be one of Iceland’s most beautiful waterfalls. (Ed note: I haven’t seen an ugly one yet.) Some are small and intricate, some are large and majestic. For Iceland, I’m going to have to rate this one as (SPOILER ALERT) “majestic” by Icelandic standards.
Drive up, park, and walk to the falls, or anywhere you’re brave enough to venture. Remember, this is not America, or even Europe. There aren’t any fences between you and cliffs, waters, or even eternity. Your choice. I hope that you make a wise choice, Grasshopper.
The Skóka river above opens to a wide flat rocky area on the moor before rushing off the edge 25 meters wide and falling 62 meters to the pool underneath the falls. Are you getting comfortable with the metric system now?
(Visually, 62 meters = about 2/3 of the length of an American football field).
The waterfall generates a huge amount of spray and noise. As I approached the tempest, I drank in the roar of the falls, the super-coolness of the wind in my face coming off the falls, and the irony of being able to look upward through the swirling mists to see a bright sunny day just above. And I know that most of you will consider this odd, but the thought came to me that the place… smelled fresh. A clean scent. No chemicals added, no Pine-sol, just Mother Nature doing her thing. Ahhh, peace.
More Gold! (Ms. Winnie has a heart of gold.)