The Main Event
As we pulled up into the small car park next the Jökulsárlón Lagoon, my heart was in my throat. I can’t describe how stunning this place is. The intense blue of the ice, crisp white of the snow, inky depths of the lake and occasional slate grey head of an inquisitive seal… All we could do for some time was stare, jaws slack and emotions buzzing.
Eventually we shook off our stupor of wonder and I trudged through the snow to do the dry suit shuffle in the front of the car and grab my gear. As I pumped up the board my breath misted in front of me. Tiptoeing across a rocky shore I pushed the board out tail first and gingerly hopped onto the nose. Despite the mirror-like water I wobbled as I climbed to my feet. Once clear of the shore and up right I was relieved, and with a little more confidence pulled my paddle through the water and glided out into the maze of twisted ice and gentle mist.
