After two weeks of being alone I was getting a bit, shall we say, lonely.
I was getting in the habit of waking up around 4 or 5 PM, having a leisurely dinner, and then jumping in the car to explore new parts of Iceland throughout the white nights. On this particular day, I decided to head deep into the center of the island. My goal was to go to the parts where all the major roads do not.
Along that path, I arrived here at Gullfoss about 11 PM. I've been here many times before, but there was always a few people around admiring the falls. This time, I was alone. It's so strange walking around a place like this while the sun is setting and no one is around. The feeling is like those apocalypse movies where all humans have just disappeared... just me... my gun... a trusty dog... maybe a few Icelandic elf-zombies lurking about... the more and more time I spend alone, the more reasonable this begins to sound...
Gullfoss, Iceland
