Each day in Iceland seemed to be better than the last. When morning came on day four, we awoke to the frantic calls of thousands of Arctic Terns, coupled with the rushing sound of a river of glacial water and the occasional throaty groan and crack of icebergs bonking against one another on their way out to sea. This is Jökulsárlón.
Then we got back in the car and started driving back west toward Reykjavík. But we hadn't quite had our fill of iceberg lagoons, so we stopped at another: Fjallsárlón
We had another stop to make for a few more hours of exploring and hiking. Skógafoss is postcard perfect (in fact we took our Christmas card photo here). This waterfall is also the trailhead for a veritable parade of waterfalls that leads hikers for miles up into the highlands. We obliged and followed the trail for a few hours until hunger and the desire for sleep eventually drove us back to the Skógafoss parking lot, where we camped for our last night in Iceland.
Since Iceland's bright skies at night were such an important aspect of our trip (enabling us to hike, drive, play at all hours), I couldn't resist shooting one last frame of Skógafoss at exactly midnight on our last night in Iceland. As usual, not a soul in sight.
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