I must return at a time other than sunrise, as that also limits what photos work - eg. shooting out to sea with the sun behind just results in lens flare. There are some interesting rock formations just offshore, so perhaps at lower tide it also might reveal more.
As I stood on the headland I noticed that when a particularly big wave hit the rocks below me there was a massive boom audible, and I think I could feel the ground move a little. Not sure if that's possible, but that's what it felt like. It was quite incredible! The power of the sea never ceases to leave me awe-struck. It is so relentless, the waves continuously smashing against the shore, over and over. I took a few shots of the waves with a filter or two on to slow the movement down a little.
After just over an hour of walking I reached a spot with a view of a lovely waterfall falling in an interesting ravine - one day I will get a bit closer and explore more.
I got quite excited as I approached the top of the canyon, the colours and shapes began looming into view.
The colours of the canyon walls varied - lots of blues, greens, purples, oranges and yellows, with veins of rock passing through. A geologist would have a field day here.
As I reached the floor I walked through autumnal birch shrubs. Some areas above the river were grassy; it was quite lovely, and being alone made it even more special.
From time to time the scenery became devoid of plants and reminded me again of the Bolivian altiplano. Just stunning!
There were even some basalt columns to make me really happy.
I got back just after 4pm, so the whole hike took just over five hours, which wasn't bad going since I had stopped a fair amount. It was an incredible hike, and made the whole trip (and decision to come on this route) worthwhile. I had a cup of tea, and relaxed for a while, but headed out just after 5.30pm, as I wanted to get to Stokksnes beach for sunset, camera and phone batteries all recharged. I paid my entrance fee at the café (which now gives you a ticket with a barcode that operates a barrier across the road) and then drove across the spit to the parking area just before the entrance to the radar station. There were quite a few people there, unsurprisingly, but it is a big place, so enough room for us all, I suppose. I wandered down the usual route, along the path near the fence, past the little pool, and onto the rocks at the far end of the beach. It was magical as usual, although I could have done with being there about twenty minutes earlier...
I got home and cooked the last remaining piece of fish and reviewed my photos from the extremely long day. As I went through the last ones - taken with the wide-angle lens at Stokksnes - I noticed that across the top right of each photo taken at less than 30mm there was a massive hair visible. The photos weren't totally ruined, but photoshop was necessary to rescue the sky. I was so annoyed with myself for not having noticed. The weather forecast for the morning was good, so I set the alarm for 6am and got an early night.
|My route from Day 6, including the 10m hike to Hvannagil Canyon|
Click here for my blog from Day 7 - Stokksnes and Friends