We ended up calling our drive along the Southern coast of Iceland the trip of waterfalls.
The first was Gulfoss. We saw this on Google maps while driving, and after a few uncertain turns, we found it. The falls are enormous, sprawling and split into short but frothing levels. For a first stop, and an unexpected one, finding a Niagara competitor was pretty cool.
Selfoss let us explore behind the wall of water, getting drenched in the process. The steel staircase up was slippery and narrow. To get up near the falls we had to go up about 4 flights. I made Emy go first with some vague notion of “if she slips, I’ll catch her.” Looking at her grip on the thin railing, I realized she was fine. Cautious, (I mean, wasn’t I too?) but totally fine. I turned from watching her steps and stared at the mist of rain that was quickly coating us, reclaiming its space.
Arriving at the top, we could see the profile of the falls- a huge column of water and mist pouring over the edge of the rocks above us. Emy decided not to try and climb down what was honestly a terrifying, mud-slidey hill to the rock face directly behind the falls. I took a camera and slowly made my way across to the other side while she got a better look at some of the rock formations. We do this sometimes: I venture a little further, and Emy may wait for me, or explore another part. Like any time, we both do what we want to.
We drove on with the heat blasting and our hot chocolates growing cold as we continued to gawk at the landscape around us. Iceland is an amazingly beautiful place, and I’ll never consider moss and rocks the same way; it’s incredible how different it can look