Dynjandi

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Dynjandi literally translates to "overflowing" and it makes sense why this waterfall is named just that. A huge river tumbles over the edge of a steep cliff and cascades down multiple times until it gets to the base of the cliff and runs out to the ocean. It was massive, it was powerful, it was beautiful and it was my favorite waterfall I have ever seen in my entire life.

The drive to Dynjandi was a little rough, literally. The roads in the Westfjords are dirt, gravel and full of potholes. The road we took from Bíldudalur to Dynjandi was no exception. The landscape was so raw though, untouched by anything except for the swans and ducks that rested temporarily in the cold pools of water on top of the mountains. Jagged rock crags poked out from under miles of moss and freezing cold rivers cut through the landscape, winding their way down to the ocean. 

You hear Dynjandi before you see it. You hear it and all the waterfalls below it just rushing, rushing, rushing. Not many people were there when we arrived and for a majority of our time there we had the falls to ourselves. Standing under each cascade of water was just as impressive as the last but the top of the falls was the most impressive.