Well, you can go to Gullfoss …
…with the crowds.
Or you can go to Gilsáfoss. It’s not so large, but it has spirit, and an ice troll, if you go in April.
Easy to get to, too. Drive east from the airport for 8 hours, turn left at Egilstadir, follow the lake through Hallomrstadir, and then, 30 minutes later, if you don’t stop to let the reindeer pass along the way, which is a fine reason to stop, for sure …
You’ll find it at the end of the lake, just upstream from the old bridge in the middle of this image. It’s the last stream before you cross the lake to the north side. Have a nice trip! The ice troll is waiting. Gulfoss will thank you.
It’s not altitude or water that make the difference between life (note the three sheep) …
… and barren land. One is scarcely higher above the sea than the other, and the one below is further south, in Siglifjörður.
It’s just plain mysterious.
The classic Icelandic look.
The classic look wins:
Simple as that.
Sheep are foresters here.
Here’s the icy land. Note the pillars. They reach up to the sky from the ice, just off Highway 935.
And if you peek below the ice, same thing! Pillars!
In between the pillars is the ice. Nice.
It could easily be more, but think of it: a glacial erratic perched at the top of one of the major canyons in the country, in the middle of productive farmland in the most fertile fjord in the East?
Any boy within miles, for 1,000 years, was going to mess around by this thing. A boy takes his measure by giants. The worn stone around the monolith shows that people still do, and ravens. They are drawn to it as well and keep the rocks squeaky clean. I watched one clean up here for a half hour. And sheep. Perhaps you can see the sheep trails skittering past? That’s how I got here, by following sheep. Those other boys the same way, perhaps. We all have our guides.
A tiny sheep pasture by the sea.
At least not north of Höfn! These roads are not that kind of architecture. They have a mission. So do you. To follow it. Please do!