Oh, wait! It has been movie material for two James Bond movies, a Tomb Raider flick and a Batman film. Despite the coverage, the place was still surreal, an icy park ride of ghostly glacial bumper cars aimlessly dancing across the still, mystical waters with sluggish abandon. Iceland’s Jokulsarlon Glacier Lagoon was breathtaking!
of the Breidamerkurjokull (thank god I don't have to pronounce it for you!) glacier that covers 10% of Iceland’s land mass was accessible via Route 1 (Iceland’s Ring Road). During the winter months, much of this area in southeast Iceland is closed off from civilization, the Ring
Road (completed in 1974) buried under mounds of ice and snow.
Jimmy and I were 160 miles from Iceland’s capital city, Reykjavik, on day three of our Ring Road bus tour with Iceland Travel. We’d been skirting Skaftafeil National Park for most of the morning as our bus driver, Gunner, made a dent in the 116 miles we were covering that day on our way from Vik to Hofn.
Before global warming was a catch phrase for environmentalists, the glacier Breidamerkurjokull (spell check is going crazy with this glob of vowels and consonants) had inched its way to within a mile of the Atlantic Ocean over the thousand plus years of geological development, since 900 A.D. As global temperatures rose between 1920 and 1965, the glacier began retreating, the calving and falling of icebergs creating deep gorges (814 feet at its deepest point) en route that were filled with the icy waters from the melting glacier.
But enough of the mechanics of glacier lagoons; we were off to see these luminous and lonesome lumps of ice up close and personal in an amphibian vehicle.