On November 2 we drove back towards the Ice Lagoon, but this time only about 45 minutes.
From on top of this mountain (we drove up there, thankfully) we could look way back along the black beach, past our tiny little cottages and the plains to the huge mountains behind us, looming and surrounding us.
Up here is a lighthouse with a view. Utterly wind swept. There is also a photography class today, completely breaching any working at heights safety. I desperately wanted to hand them harnesses! Haha.
The view is to the west (north-west probably). The other way is the watery arch, staying as strong as it can against relentless ocean and wind.
Below the view to the mountains, under where I stand for the photograph and along the black sand are the basalt caves. Outside the caves are the hexagonal basalt columns (if you don’t want to go as far, you can see some pretty much the same in Kiama…go to Iceland). I believe they are shaped like that because of specific conditions around the cooling rate of lava (?). They are pretty rad however they’re formed. And fun for climbing.
The cave was pretty epic too, but photos really aren’t able to capture the whole view well.
This was out first visit to the caves on Reynisfjara Beach. It was so incredibly cold and rainy by this point and the black sand so wet that trudging about was too arduous to properly enjoy…but it’s okay, we came back later. The next day in fact.
