The wind lives north of Dettifoss, in a landscape in perfect balance: what is neither hard nor seeking shelter is blown away, yet in these flows the wind is often denied purchase and sent on.
Walking is not the point here. Standing and staying, those are the triumphs. If you walk, you will not see.
If you think this hraun in Kirkjubær is barren …
… please stop what you’re doing, because it’s making you think of someplace else.