Love Is A Crater, A Hole Where I Got Swallowed Up And Then Other Stuff Happened

In the west of Iceland, a very Nordically named area of Bifrost-hmmm, sounds familiar–we mixed band of motley travelers climbed a winding set of wooden stairs until we hit the rim of Grábrók crater, whereby we were promptly greeted with a smashing gust of wind that literally bent some o’ the littler folk over, and the bigger of us became shaking kites in our parkas, leaning hard against the wind as we took one step, then another along the narrow rim.   But the views speak for themselves, and loudly.  This particular image above was taken from the gravel rim of the crater out to the surrounding area. Fall colors indeed…hellaciously beautiful.  Then, of course, everyone dashed around and back down the steps lest they be blow into the depths of the crater.  Spoilsports. Live a little! 

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