One Last Waterfall

Despite the fact that we had lived through a white out and the wind was blowing about 60 mph, we decided to check out the town of Grundafjordur.  It is a small town, but it has a few interesting sites.

First, in Iceland, they talk about elves and trolls and such things, and although they don't really believe in them, just what if?  So in this little town, they have reserved one plot of land for the little people to live.

They even change their house numbers so that this plot has its own address!

Further down on one side of the road, is another beautiful waterfall.  This one has a story to it, just like many of the others.  A woman's two boys were drowned in the waterfall, and she put a spell on the waterfall.  No fish would be caught in the river, and no one would ever drown in it again.  So far, the spell has held . . . or so far as anyone knows.  I was so antsy I walked to the bridge at the top of the falls, but it was quite cold and windy, so I wasn't there long.

Across from the falls is a hill called "Sugar Loaf Mountain."  They say it is one of the most beautiful hills in Iceland, but we thought there were others that were as nice.  I suspect when it is green, however, it might be spectacular.  We were hoping to get some aurora behind it, but as reflected below, the clouds were just too heavy.

We also observed a man riding an Icelandic horse.  They say that because the horses have an extra gait that is smooth, a person could ride and drink a cup of coffee and it wouldn't spill.  We watched this gentleman for awhile, and indeed, he seemed to be riding pretty level without a lot of movement.

Finally, this town must have a festival of some sort, as they have a stage and several other props set up. Don decided to take advantage: