Iceland is shaped, roughly, like a bowler hat. The crown is the volcanic rock that pushed up from the floor of the Atlantic eons ago, while the narrow band of relatively flat coastline is the brim. Head inland from almost any point along the shore, and eventually you’ll hit cliffs or mountains. Consequently, Iceland has a lot of waterfalls.
Most of these are tourist destinations in themselves, but the first one pictured, Dynjandi, (“booming” or “resounding” in Icelandic) was quite off the beaten path. It took many hours driving over what looked like Martian terrain to get there. But the payoff was getting to spend the night camped right by the falls and having the white noise of falling water lull us to sleep.
Seljalandsfoss is probably the single most famous and photographed waterfall in the country, as it’s visible from the ring road and a day trip from Reykjavik.
Skógafoss, as seen from an adjacent cliff.
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That first photo… whoa. I can practically feel the mist and smell the clean air. Third photo is just amazing, it seems there is no end to the beauty there. So pretty.