In June, Iceland, from Vik to the glacier lake, all the way.

Across from the house is a black sand beach, but to see Elephant Trunk Hill, climb the Organ Rock, search for the Red-billed Seagull, you have to turn onto another road 10 kilometers away and go to the other side of the cliff. This black sand beach was once named one of the ten most beautiful beaches in the world by the American magazine "Islands". The black sand glows with a golden light in the sunshine. When you pick it up, your hands are full of black sand, but with a gentle shake, the sand scatters and your hands remain clean. On the black sand beach are the towering cliffs of the Organ Rocks, with polygonal columnar basalts stretching from Vik to the glacier lake. The rock columns are neatly arranged, resembling a huge pipe organ in a church when viewed from afar. The design inspiration for the Reykjavik Cathedral came from here. Jules Verne once described in "Journey to the Center of the Earth": "The nature here has a geometric characteristic that seems to have been artificially carved, as if someone had used a set square, compass, and vertical lines to draw it." From Vik all the way to the glacier lake, there is no need to deliberately search. From a distance, as long as there are a few places where cars are parked, just follow and you can always see Iceland's magical geological landscape: glaciers, volcanoes, waterfalls, geysers, deserts, lava... The volcanic rocks are wrapped in moss that has been growing for hundreds of years, and it feels soft when stepped on; the waterfall flows with glacial water from thousands of years ago, and it's cool to drink; the purple rhododendrons bloom brilliantly, covering the mountains almost all the way up to the snow-capped peaks... The ultimate beauty of Iceland is in the winter. Walking through the ice caves is like entering a fantasy world of crystal palaces, with various shades of deep and shallow, sparkling blue-green ice blocks resembling frozen waves, breathtakingly beautiful. In June, the ice lake brings us another kind of shock. Ice blocks and icebergs fall from the Breiðamerkurjökull glacier on the Vatnajökull ice cap into the lake, forming huge floating ice. Under the repeated impact of warm seawater in the North Atlantic, they constantly crack, sink, slowly melt, and rush to the beach with the tide, like shattered crystals. In the distance, sea lions occasionally pop up their black little heads, and wild ducks swim leisurely with a string of babies.