“The maiden voyage”
The silence of the night gave way to a tremendous din of bird calls, all happy to celebrate a new day in this place. It is 6:42.
Friend who reads these lines, think that we are August 8, 2009. On the beach rest these incredible blocks of ice, the moment is magic yet I am alone, in full “high season”, not a photographer, not a tourist to the ‘horizon.
Things have changed a lot since then. I know.
To the East fjords
The beauty of an Icelandic horse.
I did not know the mountains of Stokksness on this first trip. The sky was overcast and then I was too excited to explore the eastern fjords from where we can see this mysterious island named Skrúdur Island .
It is one of the cross-ups on the road, close to Seyðisfjörður . Yet easy to access, nobody really pays attention to this fall. I want to fix this affront! I find it beautiful and worthy of interest. Here is Gufufoss , “The vaporous fall” …
Hallormsstadur is an Icelandic “forest” bordering the lake Lagarfljót . We walk on paths lined with multicolored flowers, wild berries, a mossy soil sprinkled with mushrooms. A real delight.
F910 & Askja
It’s impossible to forget this first day in the Highlands , this feeling of immensity and adventure.
We are embarking on the legendary F910 that reaches Askja . This track offers the feeling of sinking into the mythology of the Viking people.
These isolated lands were formerly areas reserved for criminals sentenced to exile, deprived for eternity of all contact with civilization.
We missed a branch of the F910 and here we are on the dam Kárahnjúkar in full construction! No prohibition, no barrier to warn us of danger, here we are in the middle of huge construction machinery under the incredulous gaze of the workers.
Question : who can tell me how these cars descended to the bottom of the canyon?
Askja and its turquoise Viti is like Rome or Paris , you have to see it once in your life. You can swim there, the water is 25 C ° but how to say … go paddling alone in these opaque waters, probable nest with sea monster … say that I was focused on my photographs. Oh yes, and it was late, we had no time.
We were picked by a big grain this end of the day, those who surprise you in the mountains. Very dangerous in case of fog, one can quickly be disoriented.
Silver hair of Selfoss . I will return in the middle of winter in 2014 (to follow in a future story).