Driving through the fog, I came across this large suspension bridge crossing a fast-flowing river full of icebergs. Upon closer inspection, I realized that I had reached the Jökulsárlón Lagoon, home of a calving glacier. Apologies in advance for how many photos there are. This place is truly magical. I can’t help but post photos of what I saw.
Icebergs in the fog.
Beautiful clear ice. This ice hasn’t been liquid in several hundred years.
A monster is lurking in the fog bank.
Icebergs in the background.
The noises coming from the fog tell me that something is out there.
Small chunks of ice washed up on the pebble beach.
I wish I had brought something that needed ice to drink!
Incredible stuff. It tasted extremely good.
Beautiful blue.
This iceberg has long since melted and been washed out to sea.
The fog is starting to lift!
In spite of the rain I was still having a great time.
I found a road. This appears to be what Top Gear raced around when the British show came to Iceland.
A better view of the bridge. This is literally the most cars I had seen in one place in several days.
Something is lurking out there in the fog.
Down on the beach where the water comes out of the lake and into the sea.
Chunks of ice in the black volcanic sand.
It would take a very large drink to use this ice cube.
This piece of ice has old volcanic ash embedded into it. This tells the history of Iceland.
My plucky little Yaris on the beach.
Just as I was about to leave, the clouds lifted enough to see the toe of the glacier where all of the ice was coming from. What a view!
An old road.
Long gone is the bridge.
There is a very big glacier up in the clouds.
What a magical place.