Nature Day In Iceland.

It wasn’t Richard’s favorite day. Rain, gloomy skies, 55 degrees and a tour guide comparing Iceland to Siberia soured him on the island nation as a top vacation spot. I however, loved it.

Geysir: the grand-daddy of them all. (And by the way, Geysir is his name, just like Old Faithful.)

Gullfoss: the amazing waterfall. Pictures don’t do it justice, so I will post a couple to bore the peewaddens out of you.



Thingvellir: where the North American and European plates are splitting apart. The place isn’t spelled with a “Th”, but a letter that is otherwise non-existent and I can’t find on the internet. It’s kind of like a “P” at half mast.