Old growth timber gets logged in Iceland.

And stacked up beside the road outside Hallormstaðir. Hawthorn City.

Count the rings. I count 23 years.

Back before the Millenia, in Old Iceland, this was a tourist place.

The tourists were Icelanders. In Modern Iceland, men brought in the heavy farm equipment.

And got at it.

When Gumnar lived at the end of the lake, just a few minutes away by car or the length of a saga by foot, there were no trees here at all. Modernity, it seems, is a return to the old world, with fun equipment along the way.