After about the fourth time I saw a double rainbow in Iceland, it became less and less notable to repeat “Double rainbow, what does it mean?” to my new French and German friends on our tour of the south coast . But the rainbow never loses its magic or power, and neither do the miles and miles of cracking ice, resting on a frigid lagoon nestled between glaciers, mountains, and ocean waves.
The rain at Jökulsárlón let up for maybe a moment. I was soaked through my MEC pants and my teeth chattered. I nervously watched a British teenager jump onto one of the icebergs for the sake of a photo opportunity. Gingerly, I touched the tip of my toe to a nearby chunk of ice while Janine snapped a photo. In warm weather, you can see seals here, but alas, not in April.
In the dead of winter and the heat of summer, this remains the backdrop photo on my iPad. And even as Alberta tries to welcome the spring equinox (with snow, no less) and summer is surely on its way, it’s still this mystical landscape of rainbows, open sky, and fields of ice that remains in my dreams.
It’s been almost a year since I left for my first trip to Iceland, so my next few Photo Fridays may be dedicated specifically to the place that holds my heart.