And you can find Rauðasandur, the red sand beach (more like quicksand, beware), that is made out of troll stuff spread out flat as it wades out to sea.
Iceland: where the fun never stops!
But if you have a church on the beach, you build a wall. That’s nice, too.
A bit dark, though. So it is. But not half so dark as the church!
Kind of a repetition of the motif of the cliff, really, but, heck, in this place, even the sea is a cliff wall.
The land has its way with us.
This is a city in the West Fjords. Yes, that’s the way they look out here. But, more than that….… this is the þingeyri golf course. Yeah, yeah, in Canada where I live, golf is a gentrified sport, reducing indigenous and agricultural land to suntans and beer. In Iceland, it’s a bit different. I like that. A lot.
Note the amenities. Mowing crew.
Clubhouse. Air conditioned.
Volcanic grunge. Very challenging.
Lumpy bits. But lovely.
Welcome to Iceland. That’s the West Fjords on the upper left. There’s more blue there than in most of the rest of the world put together.
See? Very blue indeed.
Well, blue or not, it’s separating, due by the looks of it to forces that are stretching the country out of shape. Here’s an aerial map I found in Skutustaðir.
Must have fallen out of the door of þor’s 4×4.