On Saturday we left Selfoss and drove along the South Coast. Our first stop was at Seljalandfoss, a waterfall created by a volcano glacier. I look cold in the photo below but the weather was actually much better than what we expected. The temperatures hovered around 1-4°c (33-40°f.
The drive to Vik, our ending point for the day, was super windy. Have I mentioned I am so grateful Colin was driving? At times it was hard to stay on the road. And, I hate driving. I love navigating. Navigating includes googling shit I want to learn in the region along the way, watching for stops that would make great photos, making sure the phones are fully charged, adjusting the music to keep the mood right, and setting the GPS so Colin can follow it. Basically, doing what I want. The coast is just beautiful in Iceland.
The next stop was Dyrholaey, a promontory along the coast. After taking photos, while running back to the car to get rid of some energy I bit the dust (aka fell). Other than my pride, I was fine. Wearing Colin's (seriously oversized) jacket, because I could put it on quicker as I was exiting the car for photos, may have been part of the reason. Stupid.
Our furthest point for the day was Vik, a remote village in the south. Aside from picking up wine at the liquor store, which was open only two hours per day, we wanted to see the black sand beach. The beach is my happy place and the view was simply breathtaking. I loved seeing the stark black sand against the ocean. As I was taking photos I got stuck in the tide; Colin just laughed.
While 'navigating' earlier in the day I learned there were a couple of planes that had crashed along the coast. The first was a United States Navy DC plane located on the beach in Solheimasandur. We walked 4km (2.5 miles), each way, to see it. It was so worth it but trust me, Colin acted like a kid a few times hoping it would be over. It reminded me of the time I had to talk the entire walk up the Grand Canyon to keep Anna moving. The plane was super cool.
Our next stop was another DC-3 plane, owned by the United States, that crashed in 1969. It was located in Eyvindarholt just a short drive from the previous plane. This one was only a five-minute walk from the parking lot so it made it easier to convince Colin to stop. Uber cool and not as many tourists.
We made our way back to our Airbnb in Selfoss and went out for a couple drinks. Although Icelanders do not drink much, they do make lovely gin (for me) and import lots of Guiness (for Colin).
It was a great day.
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