Thingvellir

Today, mostly as a way to justify renting a big Landcruiser, we drove out to Thingvellir. Palmer got to put on his snjogalla, Lilja got to take a nap, Dave got to take some pictures, and Iris and I got a chance to chat without our children jumping in.

There is something so majestic about Thingvellir, I never get tired of going there. I like the way the two cliff faces were so clearly once together, and the speed with which the Ax river flows down the ravine, because it makes me think about destruction and formation. I like the way the place envelopes a person, brings ones attention there, right there and no where else, because there is nothing else to do but confront the rocks surrounding you. And today, for about a half an hour, we were the only people there.

As we were leaving, the light snow had turned into a wet sleet, and two small busses of tourists had arrived.

Comments

William said…
Back in the early sixties your mother and I drove our Cadillac limo down through that ravine while it was still open to traffic. It truly is a mystical and awesome place. What a great outing that was. The sun was shining, the sky was blue. We later took a rowboat onto the lake and were awestruck by how crystal clear the water was. And we had the place all to ourselves!

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