After a really good night’s sleep, we’re off to see fosses. A lot of fosses. They’re everywhere! And all… simply beautiful. The first thing one starts to look for is steam rising up in the distance from mother earth… Always head for the rising mists…
Here, Winnie tries to get a first photo of Seljalandsfoss. Unfortunately it was a very crowded day out here in the boonies, and she had to walk… yes, walk I say… almost thirty meters to get a pic without the hoards of tourists that abound in Iceland. Will it be worth the hike? Okay, how ’bout 10 meters?
I went around the right side of the falls… most direct route. My camera shooting finger just itching for a chance… Winnie went over the bridge and around the left side of the falls… Can you see which way the mists are drifting? To the left, haha? Anybody? Ferris?
The Thrill of Victory, and…
and the wetness of “de feet”, and de hair, and de clothes, and…
Winnie makes it behind the foss, the fun way!
What a cool place to live. Ultra rich volcanic soil in front for your hay, mountains behind, and it’s all topped with a huge ice field. Ice fields up top form where the snow never completely melts, building deeper and deeper as the centuries wander slowly by. Time and gravity push the ice downward in the form of outflow glaciers that completely encircle the Iceland ice cap.
While this place is scenic beyond words, there lurks a monster within the ice fields. The Eyjafjallajokull volcano awakened one sparkling day in April, 2010. Unfortunately it was beneath several hundred feet of solid ice cap. The volcano blew it’s guts out with much of the molten lava expanding sideways under the ice field. Then some things started going bad… the ice rapidly melted forming water and steam. Think really high pressure building in a stopped-up pressure cooker with the burner turned up way past good sense. Next, the lava flow ebbed and water started falling back towards the molten lava. That’s when the you-know-what hit the fan with a spectacularly explosive eruption. If you remember, it’s 30,000′ ash cloud paralyzed air traffic in the North Atlantic and eastward across Northern Europe.
The Eyjafjallajolull eruption also threatened those living in it’s shadow. Icelanders never give up, though. Farming continued and crops and animals were tended and cared for. Man and nature have learned to coexist through good times and bad in the land of fire and ice. My hat’s off to ya, Iceland.
There’s a major volcanic eruption somewhere in Iceland every three years. Let’s see, when was that last one again? Uh oh, the island is already a year overdue for another “big one”.
We’ve been home about a week. Look what I just saw in the WSJ: http://online.wsj.com/articles/iceland-evacuates-people-living-near-bardarbunga-volcano-1408536550
That must be why they call Iceland the land of fire and ice.
Stay tuned, we’re hitting the road again. Next stop Skogafoss.