Today took us from lava to lava fields to scree to sand to hotsprings! Dimmuborgir, believed to have been formed 2,000 years ago, is home to many fantastic shapes. The most well-known is the Kirkjan, which resembles a gothic cathedral. 
After walking around these great shapes we headed across the lava field to Mt. Hverfjall, 1,000m in diameter at the top of its perfectly shaped cone. 140m below in the crater is a lava dome, also fairly symmetrical (not at all like our ever-changing dome/fin at Mt. St. Helens, Washington). It had already become apparent to me that my sense of distance was greatly affected by the clear, clear air - what seemed a mile away was in fact two miles distant! And Mt. Hverfjall loomed for longer that I thought it would before we finally got to its scree-sided slopes. Even though it was awfully bit, it was actually much easier to walk up than I thought. 
We walked on to the natural hotsprings and soaked for awhile - it rained - pure bliss - and then Sveini and the big yellow bus took us back to camp for an eventful dinner prepared by Sólla, assisted by Janet and Ian. "It's OK, really, it's all under control!"
Mývatn is known for its plentiful bird life as well as for its beauty. Here are a few examples -
And of course there's the Barrow's Goldeneye, but that was more of a linguistic find for some of us than anything else!
(Postcard photo by Rafn Hafnfjörð)
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