Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things.
I only have coffee before getting back onto the road this morning. The vortex of energy around me is palpable. I’m not quite sure what is ahead of me, but I can sense greatness. Grandfather sun is shining brightly in the sky, with beautiful puffy white clouds dotting the skyline.
It’s just after 730 a.m. when I arrive at the glacial lagoon. Hardly anyone else is here with it being so early. I can not believe what my eyes are seeing.
I walk along the shoreline as icebergs float slowly in the lake before eventually being swept out into the ocean. The morning was already chilly, but the temperature easily dropped another 20 degrees the closer one got to the icebergs. Tour boats are getting ready for the tourists that will be arriving soon, but for now it is just a handful of early rising explorers taking in the landscape.
I search for seals that make this lake their home, but can’t find any. I follow the path that takes the icebergs out into the ocean, leading me to Diamond Head Beach.
On the back sand beach I find all manner of different sized icebergs, some floating in the ocean, others stranded on the beach from the tide. The ocean has polished many to look like clear diamonds, while the larger icebergs stand like Odin’s sentries, guarding ancient treasure. It’s pure magic.
A little further down the road, I find another trail that calls my name. Taking it on a whim, I find myself back along the shores of the glacial lagoon, but far enough away from the main area that is now over run with tourists that I can still enjoy the peace and quiet of this special place.
I just walk for hours. I spot seals out here easily in the clear water, others laying on the icebergs soaking up the warm sun. I hear the loud, thunderous crack as ice breaks and falls into the water. It’s an experience forever burned into my memory.
Eventually I pull myself away from here. I have a full day of driving still to do before reaching Vik, and I spent most of the morning here at the glacial lagoon. Worth every second though.