[These photos are from my June ring road trip through Iceland] On our way back from Surtshellir, we stopped at the sit of the waterfalls Hraunfossar (which is actually a set of falls as can be seen from the plural word “fossar”) and Barnafoss (literally waterfall of children). Hraunfossar (loosely: lava falls) is a series of waterfalls that flow out from Hallmundarhraun, a lava field created when a volcano erupted under Langjökull (the second largest ice cap in Iceland). The source of the water is hidden under the beautiful lava formations, so it seems to just appear suddenly as it reaches the rushing stream. There is a actually a little post box at the parking lot for these falls, and since it was way out (or actually I should say in, since Iceland is virtually unpopulated in the center) in the middle of nowhere, I just had to quickly write a letter and stick it in the mail. That confirmed my habit of keeping stamps and envelopes with me at all times. P.S. I visited these two in October of 2013, so you can check out that post to compare the landscape in early winter and summer.
[35mm taken with my Canon EOS Rebel 2000. Click here for more pictures from my Ring Road trip around Iceland]
Barnafoss and Hraunfossar are two beautiful waterfalls near Borgarfjörður (an hour or so out of Reykjavik). I visited them after a recent day to trip to Glymur, the tallest waterfall in Iceland.
Hraunfossar is a series of waterfalls that flow out from Hallmundarhraun, a lava field created when a volcano erupted under Langjökull (the second largest ice cap in Iceland). The source of the water is hidden under the beautiful lava formations, so it seems to just appear suddenly as it reaches the rushing stream.
Just upstream from Hraunfossar is Barnafoss. The water rushing over the fall and under a stone arch is unusually blue because it flows from the glacier. There a several folk tales related to the name of this waterfall (Children’s Waterfall). One story says that it is named after two children from a nearby farm. One Sunday, while the rest of the house went to church, the children stayed home and went to the waterfall to play. They tried to cross a natural stone bridge over the water, but fell to their deaths. Some versions say that the mother cursed the bridge so that no one would ever cross it without drowning. Curse or no curse, the bridge was destroyed by an earthquake a little while later, so if you visit you won’t be able to test the veracity of this Icelandic folk tale.
The photos in this post are scans of unedited film shots taken by me with a Canon EOS Rebel 2000.