This picture was taken about quarter to ten in the evening, looking southward over the mouth of Fjarđrágljúfur. While Rachel and I had already seen a number of incredible sights in Iceland, this was the first place I saw where I just couldn't believe that such a place really existed, and that I was really there. The landscape did not look real; it was something out of a movie or a video game. The quietness was total; there were no noises other than the quite bubbling of the river below. No distant cars; no buzzing insects; no humming electronics; no human sounds of any kind. We were completely alone. During our two-hour walk along the rim of the canyon, we were the only people out there. It was a kind of peacefulness, serenity and solitude I had not previously encountered anywhere.