The trees in Þórsmörk seem to be getting their act together after being covered with volcano ash. Þórsmörk is now a place of extreme contrast. First there is the dark colorless ash which covers the whole ground. Then there is the dark sand with rocks in it carried forth with the glacial rivers. Finally the fresh green colors of growing plants. These extremes make Þórsmörk well worth visiting. The floods have swept away large pieces of the landscape leaving behind it huge boulders some the size of few story high buildings other like large trucks. It's a sight to be seen. Road 1 is still waiting to be asphalted where it was cut off to save the bridge over the river in the big flood, if you saw the news footage of that? Þórsmörk was for the time of year practically empty of tourists. We saw two tents in what's usually a large village of them.

Dad sold a northern lights picture that is featured on a full page in this book that just came out about the eruption.

On June 17 we barbecued 140 hot dogs for our yearly garden party. Dad went swimming in the sea in the morning and in the hot tub afterwards he complained about having to go to several different supermarkets to be able to find 150 hot dog buns. Then a guy next to him who turned out to be the owner of a bakery made a call and one hour later we got 150 hot dog buns delivered to our door. It's like someone would bother driving 150 boxes of strawberries to your door at Midsommar just like that with absolutely no notice. Because of all the parades our street is closed off by the police so we are still not quiet sure how it happened, but if you ever have a problem in Iceland it can be solved in the hot tub for sure. It's like the pub to the Brits.

I should maybe point out that I'm not entering puberty. I had chicken pox a couple of weeks ago when these pictures were taken. These are the two pictures of me paralyzed watching the cats before I was covered in dirt and clay.