Author: megan

Jökulsárlón is the biggest glacier lagoon in Iceland, filled with giant chunks of glacier which have calved from Breiðamerkurjökull (jökull means glacier). It’s also filled with seals (well, a few at any rate) and boat buses full of tourists who don’t get to go life-threateningly close to the glacier, which is no fun at all.

After spending some time melting, the small glacial icebergs float out to sea and escape.

After having our fill of watching enormous glacier chunks and seals, we drove down the road to check out two of the smaller glacier lagoons nearby. Breiðárlón was so unimpressive that I’d suggest you could set up a similar attraction by throwing a few half-melted icecubes into a particularly muddy mud puddle.

Fjallsárlón on the other hand was quite cool. Still much muddier than Jökulsárlón, it had a lot of glacier chunks floating in it, and a calving glacier toe barely any distance away.

Ubiquitous Icelandic sheep is ubiquitous
 

Sey̡isfj̦r̡ur church Рone of the many cute painted churches you see around Iceland
 

Driving along the east coast on a blustery day
 

The Moosling, terribly excited about all the rocks he has to eat
 

Driving up alongside a rampaging glacier – in places the road was so steep you could barely see past the bonnet
 

Glacier and sea – it was a fantastic view, and hard to capture in a single photograph
 

Glacier close-up

Askja is a stratovolcano in the Icelandic highlands. We headed straight there along the F910 in the morning, and managed to cross both of the fords on the road (although there was a lot of eye closing, and we wouldn’t have wanted to stop in one of them). Wending our way through endless circles, we drove on through the Ódáðahraun (Evil Deeds Lava). Driving through old lava flows is not a straight road kind of process.

The clouds were lurking low, and we couldn’t see the Queen of Mountains, nor Askja itself.

Driving on up past the huts, we entered the cloud. Sitting in the parking lot, it started raining. Miserable and cold outside, we decided to hang out and eat lunch before walking in to the crater lakes.

Öskjuvatn was the larger lake, from a huge 1875 eruption. Viti, the smaller, was filled with semi-warm water. Not quite hot spring temperature, it hovered around an indoor swimming pool kind of temperature

Warm enough that it seemed a good idea to clamber down the muddy sides of the crater and go for a swim. Shortly beforehand it had been snowing – the swim was brief.

And then it was back again, out along the path (we made the Moosling crawl the whole way).

And back out to the Ring Road – but first, the lava, and the rivers to ford.

Glacial melt rivers like this made me very appreciative of bridges