Nature like you can only imagine
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There were just three of us, thatâ€™s all! We set off across the mountain side and around some beautiful cove villages. First there was Oravik (a bit isolated) and then after the tunnel, Hov (very picturesque).
We entered a village that â€¦..well, looked small (really small) and boring. The bus stopped and he looked at me. I asked if we were there. He said yes and I asked where I could be picked up later. He said that pretty much anywhere along the route as I was the only person that would be walking along the route. I donâ€™t know if I felt special or worried that I was aloneâ€¦..really alone.
I donâ€™t know why I was feeling this way. I certainly had been several places on this journey that I was really alone but, it seemed different here.
Soâ€¦..I get out of the bus, reluctantly. He leaves and I kind of amble around not really going anywhere. I donâ€™t know what was wrong with me. I felt like a deer in the headlights not knowing which way was safe. You will see in my first pictures of this placeâ€¦.what I mean.
Any way, the village surrounds the end of a fjord (Vagsfjordur) and I was at the very end.
I decided that there was more to see across from me than where I was on this side so, I went back to my point of origination at the end of the fjord and continued on to the other mountainside.
There was a very nice monument to sailors erected in a prominent place at the waterâ€™s edge. I continued down to the church. I had read about this church. Itâ€™s one of the beauties of the island. Itâ€™s painted stone but in a Foroyar Gothic design. I can see the Viking elements. It has elemental details that remind me of the great church in
I continued down the street. There was a really nicely detailed house with yellow trim that turned out to be the tourist info center. I walked a bit further and decided that I should explore the lake that was shown on the map it was just a few hundred meters from the end of the fjord. I knew also that the other coast was close. This spot on the island is very narrow, less than a kilometer across.
I passed many chicken and ducks, ruling the road and being very vocal about it. They had a little waterfall to themselves, as well. They were living the life.
Most houses had wire fences behind them with some chickens, geese, sheep, etc.
I made it to the pond, a nice one.
As I got closer to the pond, I noticed dramatic cliff formations and the sound of waves crashing. Wellâ€¦..you know I had to go! The closer I got, more drama was revealed but, the best was yet to come.
There was an eroded basalt shelf of with huge sections cut away and jagged. In spots it seemed that the earth was just ripped apart by the ocean or some other force.
The waves were pounding with a consistency of little wave, little wave, big smashing wave. It was great. The colors, again here, were ones only nature could blend.
I climbed to the head of the ski slope looking formation.
The pictures that I have taken of this place do not do it justice, not even 1 percent. I could tell as I reviewed the pics as I was taking them. Itâ€™s a shame but, sometimes nature cannot be conyed accurately by a camera. I tried with video hoping that a 360 would help. It doesnâ€™t compare. Iâ€™m happy to have a record of this place to share but, itâ€™s nothing, nothing compared to being there. Your heart races, your senses are on overload, itâ€™s too much but, you just absorb it and all of natureâ€™s energy. It was something that I will never forget. It is similar but very different to what I witnessed on Nolsoy.
I had to leave, I didnâ€™t want to but I had to. When I got off the bus, I considered this direction firstâ€¦..I should have! I would love more time here. I must bring Rob here. He just would believe it! I wish my mother would come. This is the kind of thing that she could really appreciate.