(North of Reykjavík, we followed the coast in and out of the Western fjords, covered in grass, snow-capped peaks and waterfalls...just like the rest of Iceland.)
(More flowers on the way to Glymur, the highest waterfall in Iceland. The poorly marked trail confused our feeble minds, so we ended up on the side of the canyon that doesn't have a good view of the falls.)
(Mike's enjoying the nice view, though the true Glymur falls is just around the other side of these smaller falls.)
(Just above the falls, the banks come together almost enough to entice us to try to jump across. If not for some strong winds, slippery landings and the fear of being swept down a 650 foot waterfall, we might have attempted it. That jump could have saved us an hour and a half of walking back down and up, so I still don't know what I'd decide if I had to do it again.)
(The one on the right is Glymur. The whole canyon is beautiful, though the experience would have been more pleasant with a more defined trail. There were certain points walking along steep edges with gravel sliding under our feet - not the safest thing I've ever done.)
(The late night sun lights up some of the rugged coastline near Grundarfjörður.)
(We got to this town about 10:30 pm to find the hostel fully booked. As a consolation, I bought some great sour apple ring candy from the grocery store before leaving town. Good candy knows no borders.)
(One of the few golden sand beaches in Iceland. "Hey, nice pants. Are you going wading? Hahaha." "Actually, yes." "Oh.")
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