Iceland, A walk along a river
A walk along the River
our happy guide leads the way,
each bush has it’s own color array
-like a yoga pose.
A place where David Wagoner might get Lost
or Mary Oliver might see Geese.
This Place is truly for us today.
Howard Eustis wrote the poem above while walking along a river on our way to Bruarfoss. We walked and walked from one waterfall to another, each grander than the previous one. Last week, we walked a half hour out and then a half hour back in. This time, our guide Einar encouraged us to go “just five minutes more” to see the grandest waterfall of them all, so we pushed onward. “Just five minutes more” ended up being another 40 minutes of walking along the most exquisite trail along a river. Never mind the cold and rain and hail. We were also treated to the occasional rainbow and to sunshine pouring down on us.
Below are photos from our walk along the river. After the walk we visited Thingviller.
Our guide and driver, Einar and his son Darill.
Trees along the river
Heather and red leaves along rushing rivers and waterfalls
One of the many falls leading to Bruarfoss
This is Bruarfoss…hard to get to, but worth the fall into a mud hole (me, went hip deep into a hole!) and worth the pelting rain. Beautiful!
Waterfall at Thingviller
Fields around Thingviller
Walking along the Continental Rift at Thingviller
Thingviller is awesome. In many years past, Icelanders would gather here for their parliament. No word on whether they did yoga too.
And Iceland’s waterfalls are awesome too, especially awesome when you’re back inside and all toasty with hot tea 🙂
You are putting together an awesome body of work, Fran, or should we say “bodies.”