Just 60 km east of Skaftafell National Park lies Jökulsárlón, the vibrant aquamarine glacial lagoon dotted with ash-streaked icebergs. While my sister played it cool and skipped the amphibious boat ride into the bay, I couldn't possibly miss the opportunity to eat a piece of thousand year old iceberg. Disappointingly, it simply tasted like very old snow. Spotting seals swimming among the gigantic icebergs and drifting through that icy blue green, however, was not a disappointment. Just south of the bay, smaller icebergs float into the ocean and wash up on shore where you can eyeball every icy and unique formation and detail up close.
Although I've been home two weeks now having started a new job and a new summer in a new place, compiling and composing all my photos and notes from my monthlong trip to Iceland and beyond has proved the most daunting task. The idea of posting these chronologically is making me squirm so I will begin here...on top of a glacier in Skaftafell National Park, Iceland.
This part of our roadtrip around the Ring Road remains one of my favorites despite the endless rain and perma-saturated socks and boots. We woke up both days in a farmers field, our tent surrounded by lambs and trekked over the Svínafellsjökull glacier, ice-picking our way on crampons over volcanic-ash streaked ice.
Our Slovakian guide Maria through Icelandic Glacier Guides was funny, incredibly multi-lingual, and very kind. The ice is streaked with a history's worth of volcanic eruptions from within the glacier itself. The vibrant blue ice crevasses are terrifying in their depth; their color is caused by the total compaction of ice to the point of eliminating all oxygen that was contained within in (causing the other ice to appear white).