In this last post of my little series about North Iceland we return to Vesturdalur. Instead of revisiting the basalt cones at Hljóðaklettar, we hike another loop to Svínadalur.
It begins with massive basalt formations. When in Hljóðaklettar they were well placed accents in the landscape, here one is overwhelmed to the extent that one doesn’t quite know where to look. Then the landscape unfolds.
Who would want to live here?
The little mounds are what is left of Svínadalur, a farm abandoned over 50 years ago. One can barely trace the contours of a handful of small houses.
Who dares to build a home at a place like this where you have an open view of 50 km in every direction?
And then, after having built that home, why would you leave? The trail continues towards the Jökulsá á Fjöllum and the views become more dramatic again.
Maybe this place is too beautyful to bear it for too long.
If you expect a cloudless sky every day, Iceland might be a bit of a disappointment, even though it happens there, too, as you can see above at Heimskautsgerðið near Raufarhöfn. So one has to live with a few occasional clouds like below.
This is still excellent weather. How bad can it get? On a rainy day with complete cloud cover, the landscape varies between
It appears inverted – the endless plains of northeast Iceland become insignificant compared to the enormous clouds above. Even though monotonous, they have their appeal, too.
When the impenetrable fog clears, things become instantly dramatic again.
Finally, after a long drive through rain on dirt roads, even the back of our car looks impressive:
Like Dimmuborgir, Námaskarð is very close to Lake Myvatn. At the ground you see cracks and holes. Signs of otherwise rare creepy crawlies?
Ominous bubble are visible in the little puddles.
When you lift your head, you quickly lose all hope for discovering new life forms.
You nose will have told you long ago that this is not paradise:
We are in the middle of highly active sulfur springs.
This is a fun place to be, briefly.
Dimmuborgir (Dark Castles) is a lava field near the much more mellow Mývatn area.
Allegedly, here it is where Satan landed after his fall (or did he leave deliberately?).
What makes the place spooky are not so much the bizarre rock formations but rather the cracks one can see everywhere: Are they just signs of decay, or an indication of growth and an immanent emergence of something else?
At least, the holes and tunnels seem to always promise a way out.
But what about those who got stuck and now have to look back at us, frozen in rock for millennia?
Between Dettifoss and Selfoss, the lava field landscape is often filled with rain and spray water. This contributes to a micro landscape with very little vegetation.
Wide angle shots close to the ground
create an illusion of being aerial photographs of a much larger landscape,
in which the ground seems to float between endless water and sky.
Maybe these are the dreams of our planet about future landscapes, to be built after we are all gone.
The two bridges up above and below over the Jökulsá á Fjöllum (which we saw in my recent post about Hljóðaklettar) are about 50km apart.
In between, there is no reasonable way to cross the Jökulsárgljúfur canyon. The entire area is a gigantic flood plain, with the flooding occurring every few thousand years, and caused by volcanic eruptions under the Vatnajökull, the glacier that gives the National Park its name.
In between the bridges are three enormous waterfalls. Let’s begin with the Hafragilsfoss.
In this region, water seems to come from everywhere.
A little further south is the Dettifoss. Below are pictures from both sides of the bank.
It is impossible to convey the physical experience of the falling water in pictures.
This is a perfect place to be quiet.
Still further south, the Selfoss, much more mellow, but still powerful.
Next time we’ll have a close look at the micro landscape between these falls.
Currently, TripAdvisor has two reviews of the waterfall at Bólugil. One of them states the waterfall can be seen from the road, the other states they couldn’t find it. What you see from the road is a little less than what you see above, and, while pretty, not exciting.
To find this waterfall, drive west on 1 from Akureyri, towards Varmahlíð. There will be a sign to the farm Bóla to the right, with a four-leaf clover symbol on it, indicating some sort of attraction. Park at the gate or drive through to the bridge. On the way, you’ll see a fenced in area with a monument for the poet Bólu-Hjálmar. Why would be a monument here, in the middle of nowhere?
This is all very frustrating. From the little that is available online, this Bólu-Hjálmar must have been an interesting character, living here in Bóla in the late 19th century, and writing sarcastic poems. Our library has a biography about him, in Icelandic, which I regretfully don’t speak. But is says a lot about the Icelandic people and their dedication to literature that they put monuments up like this.
Nature seems to have put up its own humorous dedication. When you reach the canyon, you get a hint that their might be more than the little stream. Climbing up on a possibly imagined path, there appear more little falls
European Waterfalls claims there are a total of seven steps. The way back to the car leaves time to meditate about the intrusion of civilization into this remote landscape.