More photo’s from the Jökulsárlón Boat cruise.
As we made our way back to the dock the sun was setting and it was so beautiful.
While on the boat we were about to turn around and head back when Kat, my wonderful, wonderful roommate, said “Sea Lions!”
Nathan our guide said he didn’t think so but Kat was adamant. I must say that Kat has extraordinary sight and sees things others miss often. Which is awesome. I couldn’t see them but if you’ve travelled with me you know if you point something out to me it suddenly becomes invisible. What, where? I don’t see it?
Nathan got the boat captain to turn the boat to go see the sea lions. As we got closer we could see something. Was it? Could it be? It was possible we had seen one go under the bridge as we drove into the Jökulsárlón parking lot. How cool to see two chilling on an iceberg!
Then we realized, not sea lions. Rocks. Two big black rocks chilling on an iceberg.
For the rest of the tour I would often point at a big black rock and yell “Sea Lion!”
Kat would then hit me and tell me to shut up…. but giggle a little as well. It was funny and Nathan and the boat captain were wonderful for even trying to get us close to the sea lions.
On the boat we had Nathan as our guide. He spoke about the icebergs, whey they are blue. Something to do with the the way the light refracts through the ice.
Also how pure the ice is and how clear, he explained all this while hugging a huge block of ice. He was very passionate about the ice. He also explained the about the wildlife in the area, including sea lions!
Then he offered everybody a small chunk of pure ice. It was just like a chunk of ice but I couldn’t refuse from such a handsome enthusiastic guide.
Just a block of ice.
In comparison to the other large chunks this is a glacial ice cube. Clean, clear, hundreds of years old, pure ice. It’s hard to show how clear it is in a picture but in person it was like glass.
It being Friday today would be lovely to have that ice to put into my drink after a long week, even better if that drink was the blueberry liqueur that you can find in Iceland. SO GOOD.
Today how about a few pictures of ice floating in Jökulsárlón. You can see in the shadows that they go deep under the water.
I can look at these photos all the time and never tire of them. They take me back to the calm, serene feeling that I had when I first saw them. A reminder again that all things are possible and not to be so petty.
Spring doesn’t come to glaciers. The terrain is unforgiving and you can’t shape it to what you want. You could try but with melting, shifting and cracking what you build can be gone in an instant. At Jökulsárlón the glacial lagoon you can hear the CRACK and splash of large chunks of ice falling off, you can hear the CRACK of an iceberg shifting and cracking, making a new crevice, revealing more of that beautiful blue colour. A terrain that is always changing and evolving.
So beautiful though and somehow inviting in how rugged it is.
The name means glacial river lagoon a large glacial lake. Icebergs floating along in the water, looking so surreal. They really do look blue, it’s something to do with the way the light refracts through them…. off of them? Something like that.
There is a boat tour that I did do but before the tour you can wander the shore of the lake and just look at the wonder of it all. The air was really crisp and cool. Very still, there was a stillness about the place that really brought me a sense of calm. It will be added to the list of places I have been where my mind just seemed to clear. It was so calm there that suddenly the constant rattling of my mind seemed to slow and my poor over worked brain got a break. It got to relax and just take in the scenery.
Places like this are few and far between but seem to have the effect of shaking out a lot of the needless noise and worry that cloud our thoughts. Even after leaving the effects linger and my path, my goals suddenly seem not just clearer but possible. Also these places tend to be a dumping ground for old grievances and petty resentments that I was holding onto for whatever reason. Suddenly in the beauty and stillness of a place such as Jökulsárlón they just don’t seem to matter.
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