We slept in, wiped out form the long day yesterday; Susan met us at breakfast where she recounted the events of last night after we bailed on her; what an ordeal, getting to the waterfall after an already long tiring day of driving. She found the turn-off to the falls easily enough but once there had to trek uphill through 2 feet of snow in freezing temperatures to reach the falls.
Dettifoss is reported to be the largest and most powerful waterfall in Europe at 44 meters high and 100 meters across with mind-blowing 200 cubic meters of water cascading into Dettifoss’ gorge every second and is spectacular. It was late by the time she reached the falls and she was there all by herself but ventured on and hiked to Sulfas Falls right up the canyon, another impressive cascade. We are lucky to have long days this far north with daylight until 10 p.m. then a few hours of duskiness, I don’t know if it even gets completely dark. I have to say Susan has grit and she was still smiling this morning. We were very lucky to find such a great travel partner? Sorry I can’t show you a photo of this magnificent falls but remember, we pooped out and missed it but you can Google it if you are curious.
Fear not, Dettifoss was not the last of the waterfalls Godafoss will be our first stop on this fine day.
Coming down a hill we saw a large pull off and, of course we pulled off, it is just what you do. The area was somewhat underwhelming and we were not quite sure why they had chosen this spot for one of their rare pull offs but we were obliged to get out and look around. Finally we noticed a waterfall in the valley, almost missed it entirely; it was Godafoss and that is why there was a pull out, head smack. From up on the hill it did not appear that impressive but we found our way down to the parking area to check it out and were not disappointed.
Leaving Godafoss we continue our drive through the fjords with miles and miles of drop-dead gorgeous scenery.
We were looking for another opportunity to get out for a walk and noted a nature preserve near Dalvik, so drove a side road in search of it, passed it by once and after turning around slowly retracing our route we finally found it; it was not very well marked but there was a nice trail down through the marsh with a blind situated in the field for viewing the birds. This was a nice stop and I am sure in a few weeks it will be filled with birds migrating north.
At Sighfjordur we parked the car and wandered the harbor edged with colorful buildings, a very picturesque little town.
Two crusty locals
More Single Lane Tunnels
The drive today was beautiful along the coastal fjords and we were delighted to find our charming little guesthouse had stunning views of the mountains, grazing horses in the fields and a river running through the valley; a great place to rest our weary bodies for the night but first . . . dinner. Another delicious meal, Arctic Char and for dessert birch bark ice cream with rhubarb sauce and whip cream. What’s not to like?
You might be asking yourself if we are tired of Arctic char having had it for dinner a number of times but each time it was prepared differently so it wasn’t really like having the same meal every night. Every chef has their own take on how it should be prepared and I will say they all know their way around a fish. The meals have been much tastier than I expected.
Map of today’s drive, much, much shorter than yesterday and most enjoyable.