continued… We piled back in the car. It was a relatively short drive to our next stop, Raudfeldsgja Gorge. This was the view from the parking lot (and parking was free). It was hard to see in this photo, but if you look closely, you can see there was a waterfall flowing into the crack in the middle of the rock.

Per the sign, it was named after a character in a traditional folklore story. According to the legend, Raudfeldsgja pushed his cousin onto an iceberg and she floated to Greenland. Her father and his uncle, Bárður Snæfellsás (who was believed to be half-man, half-troll), murdered him here in retaliation. We were noticing a pattern that Iceland’s culture was kind of dark.

Anyway, the gorge appeared to be another hawng, like Gljufrabui at the Secret Waterfall. Neither Keith nor Eric wanted to hike up to see the waterfall, but Christi was excited to go. This was the path up. You can see the stream made by the waterfall runoff to the left.

Entrance into the hawng.

Monday, May 18 continued… At first, it looked like there was no way to get close to this fall, either. As the path wound around, we saw the waterfall through a crack in the cliff face.

We noticed people were walking into the crack, despite the fact that the ground was covered in water. So we followed. While there were deeper spots where one would get their ankles wet, most of the water was so shallow that it barely covered the ground — but we did have to watch where we stepped. Sadly, Christi did make one misstep and one of her feet was drenched. Here was a shot looking back at the path from inside.

We found ourselves in a little cave, of sorts. A hawng was actually a more accurate description. We were surprised to see that the waterfall dropped into a gap in the top of the rock at the back of the cave.