How I Stopped Getting Sandblasted at Iceland’s Waterfalls
I stood at the edge of Skógafoss waterfall in June—technically summer in Iceland—watching my face get systematically sandblasted by what felt like a horizontal hurricane. The waterfall itself was magnificent: 60 meters of glacial meltwater thundering down dark basalt cliffs, the kind of sight that makes you understand why Iceland appears in every travel magazine … Read more