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Big Wind in Sandvatn Takes the Lake Away

From a little patch of dried clay the size of an average bedroom, the wind howling off of Þorsjökull did a pretty great job of stripping the land down to its bones last week.

Wind speeds were a mere 45 km/h, which, by Icelandic standards, is a brisk afternoon breeze. Remarkably, a pair of swans and a few shorebirds were hanging on, even though the lake and the river flowing from it have almost vanished. If you’re in þingvellir these days, a trip over behind Thor’s Shield certainly won’t disappoint!

Which Ogre is Best?

A tough choice, I know. Just a few kilometres apart, way out there on Snæfellsnes (so likely of the same species) there are the Ogres of Djúpalónsandur …


So  sweet!

…wading together out into the storm…

…and just a few kilometres west, out at Dritvik… splashing in the waves …

…the Ogres of Dritvik, the now-abandoned Second City of Iceland, staring out into the open Atlantic.

But, hey, no problem. It’s always a good day to sit back and enjoy the sights.

But watch out!

We are not kidding about the magic. Or the storm.

Worlds Within Worlds

 

Light tells its own stories in Þingvellir. We are here to witness. It’s no surprise the Icelanders first called Christ “White Christ.” He was the north, that place from beyond the world. Who nonetheless came, physically, as this Earth, in a harsh and beautiful mercy.


Oxarárfoss

White Iceland

The Iceland the Icelanders send you to on the bus is magical. 

Seljalandsfoss

So is the one they live in, across the road.

One has water blowing in the wind. One has volcanic ash blowing in the wind. These are the big choices. Hmm. OK, also the Atlantic Ocean blowing in the wind.

Snaefelsnes

And, right, fog and rain blowing in the wind.

Seydisfjörður

Do they tell you about that? No, they do not. They tell you about the Blue Lagoon:

Not your style? Well, there’s this story, too.

Did you notice the consistent use of white? It’s a message. Let me show you again. One …

…two…

…three.

Icelanders know about whiteness.

How blue it is.

How watery.

And how it covers everything with illusion. OK, well, a backdrop for illusions.

And that in Iceland ghosts are everywhere.

And they are white.

Well, white and red. And white.

Right, and snow blows in the wind, too.

So, off you go!