The path to the mythical waters of Bruarfoss can be likened to searching for the pot of gold over the rainbow. Armed with a vague set of directions and a somewhat helpful suggestion to follow the sound of water colliding against rock, most travelers are understandably frustrated at the isolated site of Bruarfoss. Yet the charm of any treasure is in the journey so make your way through waist high brambles and gurgling streams to be rewarded by the enchantment hanging over Bruarfoss.

The sight of water tumbling over a lip of rocks, rapids forming patterns of foam that resemble clouds painted into the water are unbelievable. Rocky ledges lead you to the steep banks of the fall where you can feel the cool mist collecting at the edges of your lashes. Avid photographers often can’t find it in themselves to leave as they attempt to reflect the impossible blue of the fall’s waters within two dimensional pixels. One could spend an entire day in wait for that single perfect shot. As one of the most unknown falls in Iceland, so secluded that even locals fail to recognize it, Bruarfoss is truly that mystical pot of gold travelers chase after.