Hello again, Blogonauts.

Not much verbiage from me this time around. (Stop your cheering, you kumquats!) I encourage you, however, to check out photos and a video clickable in the tabs above.

Today was largely devoted to driving further along on Iceland's Ring Road, essentially from Lake Mývatn to the Eastfjords. The scenery on this portion of the route had fewer jaw-dropping highlights, but some side trips more than made up for multi-square-miles of lava fields and basalt extrusions.

The first diversion was to Dettifoss, a large and powerful waterfall in the Vatnajökull National Park. Dettifoss is the largest of a series of cascades resulting from (A) the glacier-fed river running through (B) a basalt canyon.

The guidebook says that Dettifoss tumbles 150 feet from its top edge to its base. It is also 340 feet wide, largely because the lip of the falls makes an oblique 45° angle as it runs from one side of the canyon to the other.

Getting to the viewpoint takes some commitment. The parking lot is a 15-minute drive from the main highway. And once the car is parked, reaching the falls requires a further kilometer hike.

But all of this was quite worth the effort. The spectacle and roar of the falls made it hard to concentrate on where one is stepping. (This could become problematic. There are several viewpoints, and many of them have no guardrails to prevent gawkers from becoming flotsam.)

Additionally, a short hike up river is a smaller, horseshoe-shaped waterfall: Selfoss. (It has all the same water, but it is nowhere near as tall or wide.)

The second diversion came further along the route, and was a two-fer: A drive over a snowy mountain pass and at the end of that road, a quaint arts colony sitting at the narrow end of a fjord.

The settlement of Seyðisfjörður began as a Danish merchant town, only later to become a Norwegian -based fishing village. Then in the mid-20th century a German artist created an arts school here.

The town today has maintained all three bits of its heritage. Ferry boats from Denmark use this tiny burg to unload tourists and their cars once each week. And as you can see from the photos, the mountains, fjord, and creative spirit give the town a unique vibe.

To reach Seyðisfjörður by land required me to drive over a high mountain pass. The way was filled with switchbacks (also with fewer guardrails than I would hope for) and with scenery replete with snow fields and waterfalls. Essentially the road dead-ends in Seyðisfjörður, so I had the opportunity to drive the route twice…once before dinner, and once after.

Tomorrow brings more scenic driving, much of it tracing the shorelines of fjords before making my way south to Iceland's largest glacier.

Blog to you later!