Driving to Vik

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Driving to Vik

We turned the radio up loud and headed out. Past blue mountains, a rainbow and all those green chunky fields. I’d read Summer at Little Lava by Charles Fergus–and remembered his description of thufur–the frozen bits of ground that jut up here and there. Farmers who’ve grown accustomed to negotiating these thufurs, find it difficult to walk normally on level ground.  We were on our way around the Ring Road of Iceland.

Around the Ring Road of Iceland
Around the Ring Road of Iceland

Off in the distance, we saw a waterfall and as we got closer, decided to stop. It was Seljalandfoss. The sun came out, we shed our coats and set off to walk around the waterfall. A path nestled into the wall, ran behind the waterfall…we walked behind it, taking loads of pictures, getting a little misted, and enjoying the exhilarating thrill of nature. Small yellow flowers bloomed in the short green grass.

The Seljalandfoss waterfall
The Seljalandfoss waterfall
Seljalandfoss waterfall
Seljalandfoss waterfall
Carol & Bryan at the Seljalandfoss waterfall
Carol & Bryan at the Seljalandfoss waterfall
Seljalandfoss waterfall from behind
Seljalandfoss waterfall from behind

We also stopped for pictures of sheep standing on a barn roof, mountain rocks encroaching on the buildings beneath them, black sand beaches, signs that warned of erupting volcanoes, amazing light on distant buildings and a little village called Skogar.

Skogar Church, Iceland
We stood there in this empty land, listening to an organ and a few voices singing in this church.
Mountain on a barn roof, Iceland
Mountain on a barn roof, Iceland

Skogar is a folk museum of old Icelandic housing. There were tiny, sod-roofed houses filled with an amazing amount of furniture. Beds were built into the walls and covered with delicate quilts–despite the sod walls, ceilings and floors. A tiny white church was the village centerpiece. As we walked quietly around the open air museum by ourselves, peering into the little homes…we heard organ music and several voices singing a hymn. The only other people there were in the church. The wind carried their song. It was so quiet out there…and their voices and the organ music was the only sound except for the wind in our ears. Magic. So peaceful.

Sheep on a barn roof
Sheep on a barn roof

Of course, you get back on the road and begin seeing signs warning of imminent danger if Katla erupts. Katla volcano is one of Iceland’s most destructive volcanoes. When it boils over, it melts some of the glacier over it, sending a wall of water, sand, and silt to wash away everything in its path. The last eruption was 1918. Another is expected soon. The sign reads: “Please Note:  Due to possible eruption in the Katla volcano, people are adviced not to leave the road.”

Katla warning sign
Katla eruption warning sign

We arrived safely at Hotel Hofdabrekka, checked into room #25 facing the Atlantic and visited the large dining hall for a filling supper.

Beautiful light, south coast of Iceland
Beautiful light, south coast of Iceland