The middle of day three finds us heading for yet another waterfall. \u00a0Sigh. \u00a0It couldn’t possibly be as pretty as Seljanlandsfoss. \u00a0Or could it?<\/p>\n
Skogafoss is considered to be one of Iceland’s most beautiful waterfalls. \u00a0(Ed note: \u00a0I haven’t seen an ugly one yet.) \u00a0Some are small and intricate, some are large and majestic. \u00a0For Iceland, I’m going to have to rate this one as (SPOILER ALERT) “majestic” by Icelandic standards.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
Skogafoss<\/h3>\nAccording to legend, a settler named Prasi hid his chest of gold behind Sk\u00f3gafoss, where it would be hard to reach. \u00a0For a long time, one end of the chest was visible through the waterfall. \u00a0Three men from Sk\u00f3gar once attempted to retrieve the chest, managing with great difficulty to place a hook in an iron ring on the side of the chest. \u00a0They pulled hard, but the chest was so heavy that the iron ring came loose and the mission was aborted.<\/div>\n<\/div>\nThe ring was placed on the door of the local Sk\u00f3gar church, but was later placed in the Sk\u00f3gar folk museum.<\/div>\nSk\u00f3gar Church<\/h3>\n<\/div>\nDrive up, park, and walk to the falls, or anywhere you’re brave enough to venture. Remember, this is not America, or even Europe. \u00a0There aren’t any fences between you and cliffs, waters, or even eternity. \u00a0Your choice. \u00a0I hope that you make\u00a0a wise choice, Grasshopper.<\/p>\n
\nThe Sk\u00f3ka 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. \u00a0Are you getting comfortable with the metric system now?<\/p>\n
(Visually, 62 meters = about 2\/3 of the length of an American football field).<\/p>\n
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The waterfall generates a huge amount of spray and noise. \u00a0As 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. \u00a0And I know that most of you will consider this odd, but the thought came to me that the place… smelled fresh. \u00a0A clean scent. \u00a0No chemicals added, no Pine-sol, just Mother Nature doing her thing. \u00a0Ahhh, peace.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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\nThis verse, bearing witness to this legend, has been passed down through the generations:<\/div>\n<\/div>\nThe chest in Brasi’s secret lair<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\nUnder the Sk\u00f3gar waterfall<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\nRewards the one who ventures there<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\nWith endless riches, great and small.<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\u00a0More Gold! \u00a0(Ms. Winnie has a heart of gold.)<\/h3>\n
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Sk\u00f3gar Church<\/h3>\n<\/div>\nDrive up, park, and walk to the falls, or anywhere you’re brave enough to venture. Remember, this is not America, or even Europe. \u00a0There aren’t any fences between you and cliffs, waters, or even eternity. \u00a0Your choice. \u00a0I hope that you make\u00a0a wise choice, Grasshopper.<\/p>\n
\nThe Sk\u00f3ka 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. \u00a0Are you getting comfortable with the metric system now?<\/p>\n
(Visually, 62 meters = about 2\/3 of the length of an American football field).<\/p>\n
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The waterfall generates a huge amount of spray and noise. \u00a0As 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. \u00a0And I know that most of you will consider this odd, but the thought came to me that the place… smelled fresh. \u00a0A clean scent. \u00a0No chemicals added, no Pine-sol, just Mother Nature doing her thing. \u00a0Ahhh, peace.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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\nThis verse, bearing witness to this legend, has been passed down through the generations:<\/div>\n<\/div>\nThe chest in Brasi’s secret lair<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\nUnder the Sk\u00f3gar waterfall<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\nRewards the one who ventures there<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\nWith endless riches, great and small.<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\u00a0More Gold! \u00a0(Ms. Winnie has a heart of gold.)<\/h3>\n
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Drive up, park, and walk to the falls, or anywhere you’re brave enough to venture. Remember, this is not America, or even Europe. \u00a0There aren’t any fences between you and cliffs, waters, or even eternity. \u00a0Your choice. \u00a0I hope that you make\u00a0a wise choice, Grasshopper.<\/p>\n
The Sk\u00f3ka 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. \u00a0Are you getting comfortable with the metric system now?<\/p>\n
(Visually, 62 meters = about 2\/3 of the length of an American football field).<\/p>\n
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The waterfall generates a huge amount of spray and noise. \u00a0As 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. \u00a0And I know that most of you will consider this odd, but the thought came to me that the place… smelled fresh. \u00a0A clean scent. \u00a0No chemicals added, no Pine-sol, just Mother Nature doing her thing. \u00a0Ahhh, peace.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0More Gold! \u00a0(Ms. Winnie has a heart of gold.)<\/h3>\n
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Day three – cont’d The middle of day three finds us heading for yet another waterfall. \u00a0Sigh. \u00a0It couldn’t possibly be as pretty as Seljanlandsfoss. \u00a0Or could it? Skogafoss is considered to be one of Iceland’s most beautiful waterfalls. \u00a0(Ed note: \u00a0I haven’t seen an ugly one yet.) \u00a0Some are small and intricate, some are … <\/p>\n