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.
We had been on our tour for about four or five days when I asked “Where are the dogs?”
“What?” answered our guide.
“Where are the dogs?”, I asked again. “This is the perfect place for dogs, wide open fields, fresh air, lots of space. I’m just surprised we haven’t seen more dogs. There were a few dogs at the one farm but other than that I haven’t really seen any”.
I was assured that there were dogs and we would see some that night at the Guesthouse and after getting past the creepy Raven at the reception desk (see yesterday’s post) I discovered these two out back.
She was older and allowed to wander around, taunting the young pup in the back who was on a leash.
These were her other friends, they wandered around keeping an eye on everything. My first meeting with the Icelandic sheepdog. Lovely dogs and if I could I would have taken one home with me. After this I started seeing more and more dogs and felt much better.
This is how we were welcomed outside one of our guesthouses.
Cute right? Also there was this cute little couple to greet us as well.
It all looks good and welcoming, can’t wait to go in and meet the lovely people inside.
Once inside this is what greets you at the reception desk, SQUAWK!
I thought it was hilarious but it really creeped a few in our group out.
I loved the Gnome peaking through the leaves.
All over the garden there are painted rocks, other little statues and it just adds to the delight of the place. So if you find yourself in Iceland Petra’s Stone Museum is definitely worth the trip!
Whale bones, they are MASSIVE.
Wooden sheep in the grass.