WICKED WIND AND LESSONS LEARNED
We drove to Godafoss this morning, and as expected, the wind was an absolute nightmare. I fired off a few shots, but the spray claimed yet another victory over the glass on my camera. (Sidebar: Would it be too much to ask someone to create neutral density filters that fully repel water? Maybe in 50 years?)
Of course, I have to keep reminding myself that when nature brings her A game, what happens is far beyond my control. I sat on a rock for a few minutes and watched the sun light up the falls, and after downing some coffee and warming up in the van, I was in a slightly better mood. Eight days seemed like enough time when I booked this trip, but right now I'm wishing I extended it by at least another week. I've never struggled so much while shooting a landscape, so I’ll be leaving this country with a newfound respect for the photographers and filmmakers who are patient enough to stick it out and wait for the perfect conditions. I aspire to be more like them...
After steering the Sailbus towards the Golden Circle, we went on a few quick hikes and stopped by Oxararfoss, which is probably the prettiest waterfall in the area. The spots along Thingvellir National Park are a bit touristy, and after road tripping all over the country, I can say that I prefer the more remote areas. Still, it's worth a visit, and with its proximity to Reykjavik, it's a great place to hit at the very beginning (or end) of an adventure in Iceland.