Hengifoss and the Kindness of Strangers
Climbing the path to Hengifoss, yet another beautiful waterfall, was excerise in the extreme. A mile and a half of a very steep climb, shedding jackets as we went. Doug and Ron went to the top, so the pic is from Doug. I made it to Litlanesfoss (2/3 of the way up) where I met a woman on her way down and we started chatting--about hikes and walking sticks and aging. (One of hiking's joys, is that no matter where one hikes there's almost always a cameraderie among hikers. Perhaps its sharing the pain and the hard work of hikes in the great outdoors?) She told me that the best view was from my current vantage point at Litlanesfoss and they had closed off the trail that let us get close to the higher falls. I thanked her profusely and turned back. Two-thirds of the way felt like a good enough accomplishment for me.
Our lunch was a buffet at a little cafe with an array of Icelandic food, dessert and drinks included. With lots of lamb dishes. The lamb curry may not have been traditional, but it was great. The cafe was in a museum dedicated to yet another Icelandic writer. Plus, it was the site of an excavation of a 15th century monastery. In my next life I want to be an archeologist.
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