Yes, a post dedicated to waterfalls. Besides steady volcanic activity, seemingly endless abandoned stretches of highway, sheep, beautiful people, and geothermal energy, Iceland's other natural resource (at least in summer) seem to be the bounty of waterfalls spilling over the sides of mountain peaks and hillsides the whole country over. The one below was peeped as we sped by in the kamper.
The falls pictured below were found at the end of various unmarked one lane dirt roads in the west fjords. Dyjandi is one of Iceland's peak tourist attractions (besides the cluster to be found in Reykjavik) and it was incredibly refreshing arriving at this destination with no tour buses or hot dog stands or sleek tourist huts in sight. Wedding cake falls that have made any of the falls we have seen in the time between then and now pale in comparison.
Hikin uuup..
Up close and misted!
Rainbow gift on the hike back down.
After Myvatn adventures, we made our way to Dettifoss. Big and powerful and hard to capture, we basked in its mists and tried to locate the bottom (without much luck). I think Dettifoss means "infinity falls."
Melissa rejoices infinitely.
Rock pile castles on the way back to the kamper.
One of the last nights we kamped, we were blessed with a campsite that had its own complementary waterfall. This one required us to hike in on a carefully laid (by the camp warden) rock path into the cave which the falls fell into.
Inside the belly of the beast! Gorgeous!
Theodore emulating the karate poses of those tourists who came to the cave before us.
And finally, the two tiered tourist-laden Gulfoss!
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