Yesterday my mind was filled with images of rocky barren landscape. Even though we had a taste of snow traversing a mountain range, the other side of which remained snow-free and would not prepare us for what lay ahead.

Heading out of the valley and lowlands again into another mountainous area we soon came across more snow. Slowly but surely as we kept on climbing higher everything around turned to white. Here came that feeling of isolation again, only magnified to an extreme.

The air was clear and crisp. Freshly fallen snow a few days before remained pristine. Two to three feet deep in places the only traces of high winds today were those impressed upon the snow forming sweeping channels between the rocky surface underneath. At Dettifoss the snow was left untouched by wind or man and was so deep and smooth it looked like someone had poured cream over it. None more so than at this point did I sense the remote solitude of this island. You can’t but help to sit and admire the view nature laid out before us.

We would not have witnessed the magnificent waterfall at Dettifoss had it not been for some skillful driving by Jeff. One family we helped lay victim to deep snow and we were almost stranded ourselves at one point. Thankfully, Jeff managed to coax our four-wheel drive into pressing on.