In which a disturbing trend is observed

Today, Paul, Liv, Liv's friend Lee, and I went on a road trip.  Where?  Points south!  Why?  Why not?

Now, you might be wondering what exactly the title of this post is referencing.  Allow me to explain:  Each time I have left the city limits, two of three things have happened without fail:  First, I have had to make an unexpected climb up an absurdly tall hill - the most infamous of which was the incident at the Mountain of Shame; Second, I have managed to get soaking wet - as was evinced by the Þórsmörk trip; Third, and most worryingly, I have managed to almost die in some ridiculous way - most recently by exposure during the Snæfellsnes trip. 

So, what happened today?  Well, I'm glad you asked.  Allow me to show you these photos, and I will tell for you the tale of our trip to the south of Iceland!


First, we went to Seljalandsfoss - a waterfall (foss) which was surrounded by snow and rock, and was absolutely beautiful.  We were going to try and get behind it, but the stairwell was sheathed in ice to the point where it was too difficult for any of us to get much past the first landing, preventing any such adventuring.  However, it will still be there during the Everbright, so we can do that later!

The rocks near Seljalandsfoss

Seljalandsfoss itself, from the stairwell leading up and behind it

Seljalandsfoss, from a wide angle.

After that, we went to Skógafoss - which means literally "forest waterfall" - and there occurred the first of the three Disturbing Events.

Observe.

Skógafoss! Look at the majesty of the Icelandic forests!

Skógafoss waterfall.  Beautiful.

One half of the rainbow coming down the Skógá

The other half, with Skógafoss in the background!

And more Skógafoss and rainbow, but now with 100% more sky!

So far, seems pretty cool, right?  Nothing terrible, and certainly nothing like a Disturbing Event.

Well, look on, O Humble Reader.

The top of Skógafoss.  Yes.  The top.  Had to clamber up a hill (well, there were stairs)

The view of the river from the top of Skógafoss

An overhead view of the Mighty Forests of Iceland

One last look at the great wood stretching before us before heading on down, to our next location.

Our next stop was Dyrhólaey- it's name means the hill-island with the door hole - which is, as you may have guessed, on the coastline.  Now, to be fair, we weren't actually on Dyrhólaey.  We drove up a hill near Dyrhólaey and got some awesome views of the coast and ocean.


How awesome?

Observe:

The view away from the ocean

The coastline!

The door-hole island itself!

θάλαττα!  θάλαττα!

And then, once we were done on the hill, we went to the coast.  Again, most readers here know how much I love the ocean, and how I could literally spend hours sitting and watching the tide roll in and retreat, listening to the crash of the waves on rocks and beach.  For those of you who don't know about how I feel regarding the ocean, I could literally spend hours sitting and watching the tide roll in and retreat, listening to the crash of the waves on rocks and beach.

Of course, there was a problem; the ocean had it in mind that it would cause the last two of my Disturbing Events.

Sure, it may look awesome and harmless now....

An amazing little cave right on the shore.

That tide, it's getting mighty near....

And this is right before that breaking wave hit me, soaked me up to the knees, soaked my feet, and tried to suck me out to sea.  I kid you not.  It was only the fact that I am able to root myself to the ground fairly easily that kept your Humble Narrator from becoming an ex-Narrator.

By way of consolation, I ran back up to the cave and got a nifty interior shot.

After that little adventure, exhausted, cold, and soaking wet, I got back into our rental car and we headed further east, to our terminal exploration point; Jökulsárlón, the Glacial Lagoon.

It was magnificently beautiful.

I will let the pictures speak for themselves.

Before we left for home, there was one last stop to make - the coast again; but just to take in the bits of glacier ice that had beached themselves or otherwise been caught near the shoreline.

So there you go, folks, another adventure, another bunch of photos, and another near death experience for yours truly.

I look forward to continuing this!