I was so excited to share photos and details of my recent trip to Iceland, and I did - straight away with the promise of sharing more. I look at the photos now and just know that they do not convey the beauty of the place. But nothing could, right? Unless you determined yourself to get there.
The entire trip just makes me wish that I was more fluent with my camera. I wish that I knew every nuance that it was capable of. The camera is a way of communication for me and my lack of mastery makes me feel as though I can only speak in the present tense and with a thick accent that few can decipher.
Posting here is a way for me to move forward. Still, photos only feel like proof that I've been somewhere. They can only give you a brief glimpse of what lies across the ocean.
The second day of our trip, we headed to Skógafoss. Skógafoss is an extraordinary waterfall. In images people looked dwarfed in comparison to the falls. It is, however, nearly roadside and being situated so close to the road meant that there were a fair amount of people visiting; more than I was ready for. It meant more people to see me labor up the 200 ft. incline and stumble down it when we were headed back to the car. It meant climbing to the top and needing to take a solid 20 minute nap in the spongy moss among the sheep to recover. Long story short, it wasn't the best day. It might even count as the worst day if sitting atop a cliff on a sunny day in Iceland could count as a bad day.
I'll be honest here, the problem was not so much the people or the climb or the stumbling geek in me. The problem was bacon. I always thought that Americans were gaga over bacon, or that I had perhaps a too intense fondness for the meat but I think the good people of Hvolsvöllur may love it even more than I.
We stayed the night at an AirBnB in the small town of Hvolsvöllur and stopped at a cafe before our roadtrip. We wanted something simple so we ordered bacon and eggs with toast. What did we get? Well, bacon. A lot of bacon. The breakfast was primarily bacon, pretty much an entire plate full which was garnished with two eggs. In fact, we may have actually each been served an entire package of bacon with eggs and toast. You try climbing a 200 ft cliff carrying 17 pounds of camera equipment with a gut full of pork. In hindsight I should have ordered the oatmeal.
Sitting bloated in the car was much more agreeable than hiking. The best part of the day was just sitting and driving a little and getting out of the car now and then to take photos. Side note: I haven't had even a slice of bacon since Hvolsvöllur.