Spring Road Trip | Day 3 | Slartibartfast

Saturday I decided to check out Skaftafell, which is an entry point for many activities on the Vatnajökull glacier (yeah, that enormous white spot on maps of Iceland). I hiked to Svartifoss waterfall (which I renamed Slartibartfast waterfall much to my own amusement... gold stars to you nerds who know the reference). I picked the most gorgeous spot to set up my tripod for some long exposures, waited for all the tourists to filter out, readied my camera, and then my head fell off. My tripod head that is. After a half hour of fiddling with it I still had no idea what happened or how to fix it. I was now tripod-less in a tripod-needed situation. Perrrrrfect timing. I made use with what I had, sprawling and balancing like a champ and looking extremely resourceful stupid to the group of fancy photographers that showed up shortly after. Oh how they must have pitied that poor amateur girl and her rock tripod.

The light was nice and dramatic so I took a long time to drive back to the farmhouse, soaking in the bold and dreamy landscape.

The drive home the next day was rainy and uneventful, but I left the southeast of Iceland feeling completely satisfied and refreshed.