On Saturday we drove to Látrabjarg, the westernmost point in Iceland. From that point, there is nothing but ocean in a straight line to Antarctica. The cliffs are home to thousands of birds every summer, pairs arriving in late May to lay eggs. There a sea gulls, razorbills, guillemots, and….. puffins!
The cries of the birds were incredibly loud as they flew back and forth from the incredibly blue water gathering food and nest materials. The puffins there were not afraid of people so we could get closer than a foot away and really see them up close. I’m guessing that is because the cliffs are so far from any farms that they were not hunted there).
On the way there, we passed the oldest steel ship in Iceland. Built in Norway in 1912, it was beached at the end of a fjord in 1981, and now sits in the beach majestically decaying as it points upwards towards the mountains.