Leaving Gullfoss, I headed south toward Seljalandsfoss and Glúfrafoss. Two exquisite adjacent waterfalls just off the Ring Road. Having had a lovely sunrise, the weather began to fade. Windy, rainy, and literally standing behind a waterfall — water was everywhere. Of course, I made the wise[ass] decision to use several LEE filters. It worked, but did I mention water was everywhere??
At Seljalandsfoss [above] you can walk behind the falls, it's pretty cool. Not quite as cool as Glúfrafoss[below]. In what felt like a scene out of The Goonies, this tiny crack in the side of the mountain teases you in to the dark. You wanderer through this damp, dark cavern as water is thundering down. Calls of delight echo off the walls. It's incredible.
Seljalandsfoss can be pretty touristy. So if you go, and you should, get there early before the waves of tour buses roll through. Gljúfrafoss is a more intimate experience.
Having gotten all of my gear absolutely soaked and needing to stick around the for a meeting with my pal Siggi, I went on a little drive to pass the time.
On my little drive I stumbled on to Hamragarõaheiõi. Don't ask me to pronounce that, or really, tell you what it is. There was a road. I just kept driving, driving, and driving.
Finally I stopped. I grabbed my gear and wandered about. I was completely alone. The silence settled around me, only the whispers of a breeze remained. Scanning the horizon to confirm that, yes, this was all mine...only to spot two tiny silhouettes on the hill above mine. BLAST!