Approximately 57 kilometers south out of Reykjavik, on Iceland's main circular highway, lies one of the most beautiful and famously known Icelandic waterfalls: Seljalandsfoss!! Cascading from over 60 meters high, water from the Seljalandsa river plummets over the barren cliffs into a deep, rocky run-off pool creating a tremendous roar and such heavy mists, sightseers to this splendid locale will quickly find themselves completely soaked through! The adventurous can brave the mud and mists to walk behind the gleaming curtain of water on a path that leads under the heavy rock face, behind the elegantly thunderous streams and safely out on the other side. A water resistant jacket is a must! :)
Having successfully managed to dry my camera lens after finding myself completely enveloped in the heavy clouds of spray behind the falls, i wiped myself down and quickly headed for drier ground. As awe inspiring as it had been experiencing this magnificent waterfall from ground level, i was now determined to get as much of an arial view of it as i could. I considered my only option: along the base of the cliffs were steep and irregular inclines, covered with light foliage and wispy grasses. After a quick moment contemplating the rather awkward angle of the climb, i decided that i might as well give it a shot -- there was nothing to lose by trying.
10 minutes later, completely out of breath, i collapsed forward on my hands and knees, fingers firmly grasping the sturdy roots of the rough grass beneath me. My legs and thighs simply ached, as did my lower back... i needed to rest. Consciously aware that i should keep my center of gravity very low to the slanted ground, i pulled myself up on my knees and peered down the steep slopes towards the grumbling echo of the falls. And what a sight! From this upper angle, away from the drizzle of grey mists and the bluish shadows of the enormous cliffs, the miraculous and turbulent chutes of water simply glowed -- a pristine white against the vibrant green of the moss and the brownish-grey of the rock. I fumbled for my camera with one hand, realizing i was still panting quite heavily, my breath coming in winded bursts... That was when i noticed movement from down below. A good sized swarm of tiny figures were moving in groupings of twos and threes from the graveled parking lot towards the falls... I couldn't seem to make out any more details... they certainly looked tiny! I looked back down at the way i had come, scanning the location i was certain i had left my friends - but strangely I couldn't see them anymore... how high had i managed to climb?
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