We saw Reykjanesviti in the distance from a geothermal area. That first image I got from the parking lot of the geothermal area (Lindsey Marks got some great photos of the steam coming up from the Earth). It's Iceland's oldest lighthouse and marks landfall for Reykjavik and Keflavik. At this early point in the trip we were already running behind, and we very nearly left without taking a closer look.

"Well we might as well. We're right here." So we drove on the lighthouse road to the shoreline and were treated to an amazing cliffs and rough water situation.

As will be a running theme for the entire trip, the weather was shitty. Winds and intermittent rain. It was nearly impossible to keep my lens and camera dry long enough to take photos. The first thing we'd do every time we'd return to the car was wipe all the gear down.

At this shoreline the waves would rhythmically batter the rocks kicking seaspray up into the air. It was peaceful yet incredibly violent. A reminder why lighthouses like Reykjanesviti are needed.