Going with the flow at Dettifoss, apparently the most voluminous flow in Europe.
Admiring the wide falls at Selfoss, nearly a mile upstream from Dettifoss.
We were worried about round-the-clock light. Although the sun supposedly sets, in a fashion, it’s
always light outside. It’s quite nice and certainly makes walking to the bathroom during the night easy.
Reading in the tent is another plus. However, we don’t think we know too many people who live in tents
so the advantage might be a trifle too specific. Although the saying Mom always used when we were
living at home was something like: “Do you think you live in a tent?” That’s was when we forgot to close
the door. We suppose we could provide a different answer these days. What is a little worrying is that
our editor enjoys this type of lifestyle very much—it augurs well for our cost of living but it might
prove to be a little uncomfortable. In the meantime, we’re thinking of asking anyone out there whether
we could hire a corner of the property to pitch a tent.
Something about this picture gets the juices...water flowing in and out of us.
Power and a cooling spray, in very cool weather.
To break the water flow, we added in something from Skaftafell, the glacier.
The internet, computers and so many types of electronic gadgets continue to astound us. We are in awe
of the ingenuity of humans. We are also ashamed of the behavior of mankind, too. However, we do see the social
negatives of the electronic age, too. Wherever we go, people are on the phone or wiggling their fingers over a
keypad. Groups of youngsters stand around looking down into their hands while oblivious to what’s occurring about
them. It has also made us do some strange things. In the search for power, that is electricity, we have had to
be quite resourceful. The other day at the campsite, we pushed a cable through a window into the bathroom to connect.
We spent a couple of hours working outside the men’s bathroom. The work was interesting but the sounds and odors
emanating therefrom were less interesting. Should have sat outside the other gender's facilities.
Jen in the thick of things.
Somewhere over the rainbow...
We always like to stop on the road after hikes or between towns, buy a cuppa and connect to
our business commitments. It often requires sitting, like the earlier mention, in unusual places. We were
at a camp with few power points. We gave a contractor, a man who was building an enclosure for the camp,
a little help with something. Two minutes later, he walked back into the incomplete enclosure carrying
a chord of power for us to use. We were touched. It seems there is always a way to remain connected should
one look for the gap.
As we begin a climb at Skaftafell, we watch a different water flow, a very interesting one.
Who let the water out? If we didn't know better we'd have said sluice gates instead.
Quite remarkable. What can a little guy say while facing an awesome sight, incredible power.
At the biggest campground we’ve ever seen, there was a buzz, giving the place a good atmosphere. It was
filled with people from all over Europe, young and old. The locals love to go on camping trips. One evening,
we took ourselves to a lounge area—it is a big plus although not often provided. We sat, deciding to read.
We were the only ones reading old-fashioned print. The rest, and there were many, were on I-phones, I-pods,
I don’t know but all using hand-held gadgets. Once again, the scramble for power points became quite an art
if not, a shove and scrum.
Dr. Livingstone? On the day, the sun shone although it was cold. We have since determined that Icelanders don't dress for
cold but rather, for sunshine. We were also the object of mirth when the locals noticed that we put on semi-crampons after reaching a steep snow incline. We were a little surprised they weren't barefoot.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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