Toby and Angela came and visited from England, for Angela's birthday. We filled the beginning of the weekend with a lobster party, friends and a feast of lobster and homebrew. I was too busy cooking, eating and drinking to take pictures there, so you'll just have to use your imaginations. Sunday afternoon, however, we drove down the south coast, staying the night, and returning monday. We do have pictures of that :)
This was Angela's second time here, so we had to do something different, and besides, the south coast is a perennial favorite of mine. The weather wasn't particularly agreeable, but we had time, and we had jackets at least. (I even left my shell pants at home, so all of us ended up with wet pants)
We hit up all the big sights, and because of the weather, nothing particularly new. We also didn't have _that_ much time, we were trying to get back to Reykjavik in time for some whale steaks for dinner on Monday night.
Even though these were all old sights, it was still good to see them in different light and weather, at a different time of year. Icelandic forest doesn't really turn orange in autumn, but the shrubbery and mosses do, so it was often quite pretty to look at. Which is just as well, as the cloud was often so low we couldn't see any of the mountains or glaciers :)
Coming home on the monday, we stopped of at Seljavallalaug for a swim, but presumably because of all the rain, it was simply too cold. I could see more waterfalls in the valley than I could ever remember, and the main creek itself was a raging swollen brown torrent. With the time we saved not swimming, we stopped off at Urriðafoss, which I'd only visited at dusk before, so that was nice.
What was _really_ nice though was noticing salmon jumping up the river! I'd never seen this ever before, save a couple trying to climb the salmon ladder at Faxi a few weeks before. Very cool. After seeing probably five or six, I decided that to hell with it, I was going to go down to the water's edge to try and get some pictures. They promptly stopped for a while, but when I was about to give up, they started jumping again. And again, and again, and again. Sometimes I could see them visibly fail and get washed back down, flopping down the rocks, but sometimes, well, I guess I'll never know! Pretty challenging to take pictures when you can't see them in the frothing water, but I got lucky a couple of times :)
There's more of course, but not everything can be photo illustrated, so suffice to say, we all had a great time, even if they did leave behind a sleeping bag, a jacket, a glove, and nearly a passport.