There’s nothing like waking up to this in the morning. Who needs a morning shot of caffeine when you can have this? (Not that I drink coffee; but Trevor is a fiend. He’s a total jerk when he doesn’t get his morning fix.) Thanks, Skogafoss!
More random stops in the middle of the road because, well, it’s Iceland, dammit!
Our first stop for the day was the Dyrholaey rock formations in the south end of the island. It actually resembles Perce Rock in Gaspe, Quebec quite a lot.
Some fun facts for you:
- It is believed that the rock was formed in the late Ice Age.
- Dyrholaey used to be a fishing village.
- Apparently puffins like to nest up on the cliff face of the rock in the summer.
- It is the southernmost part of the country and stands about 120 metres tall.
- The lighthouse was built in 1927 with materials transported by sea.
The view up here was quite nice.
Our next stop was supposed to be Fjadrargljufur. (Forget trying to say that three times fast; try saying that one time slow!) However, when we passed this sign, something compelled me to turn around and check it out. I’m glad I did.
Turns out this sign was pointing towards a hike. Not just any hike, though. Hjorsleifshofdi is said to be named after Hjorleifur Hrodmarssonur, the blood brother of Ingolfur Arnason, the first settle of Iceland.
The Spring after they had arrived here, Hjorleifur’s Irish slaves killed him and his men and took all the women with them to the Westman Islands. Ingolfur found them and sought revenge for his blood brother. The women were freed, and Hjorleifur’s body was laid to rest atop the headland.
With that little experience in our back pockets, we continued on to aldjfslkjfoijwiefn. Sorry, I meant Fjadrargljufur.
Everybody loves fun facts!
- The canyon is 100 metres deep and 2 kilometres long.
- The bedrock is estimated to be two million years old.
- It is believed that the canyon formed 9, 000 years ago at the end of the last Ice Age, when a glacier retreated, creating a lake and a sediment-heavy river that flowed into where the canyon now lies.
- The river is called Fjadra, and it flows from the mountain Geirlandshraun.
- Apparently it’s possible to walk down in between the canyon–though you can expect to get a tad wet.
More roadside pics:
We arrived at the Skaftafell campground in Vatnajokull National Park with just about an hour to check out the nearby waterfall before the sun did her usual song and dance and disappeared for yet another night.
And so ends another day in the magical world of Iceland. Still no dragon sightings, though. I’m a little worried.