Skeiðarársandur
No headlights ahead as the narrow metallic bridge clanked forward, an interwoven web of fragmented steel frames crisscrossing endlessly to the East. In days past, streams cut through the landscape, washing away vegetation, and planting black fields of ash. A braided labyrinth of mineral rich water now weaving through the desolate volcanic sands like an intricate system of veins, always searching for the path of least resistance.