I’ve just got back from a month of travel in New Zealand but I feel that I must wind up my traveler’s tales from Iceland before continuing on to the latest expedition.
My last posts from Iceland were about the ‘Book of Baer’ that I was working on in my residency and the exhibition that we held at Baer on the last day. The next day Sandra arrived after a long flight from NY and a drive up from Reykjavik (tired, jet lagged and driving in a foreign country – brave lass!). We rested a day at Baer to give Sandra a chance to catch her breath and have a sniff around.
Then it was off on our circumnavigation of Iceland. East across the Northern edge savoring the surprising and powerful waterfalls of Goðafoss (trans. – a good place to hurl carven images) and Dettifoss (trans – dental floss) en route.
My friend and Icelandic cultural guide John Zurier, compared it to watching 50,000 gallons of cement being poured every minute.
We continued our way across the barren northern landscape savoring cracted laval fields and bubbling fumaroles (love saying that).
Until Highway 1 dissolved into a mesh of dirt roads all feeding more or less East. After winding up and down creek lined and troll infested (presumably) hills we wound down on to a mist clouded South East Coast.
Winding further south we finally saw the advancing tongues of glaciers flowing down from Iceland’s huge Southern Ice cap.
After several fleeting glimpses from afar, suddenly the highway crosses a lagoon of ice calved off from the nearby glacier.
Finally, after a huge lamb dinner, we arrived at our campsite at the foot of Skaftafell.