This is a forest of downy birches, carpeted with horsetail ferns, just south of Akureyri. It's part of a park named Botnsreit, which is managed (perhaps even owned) by the local Rotary Club. I hadn't been intending on taking an island-wide tour of all Iceland's forests, but it seems like I managed to see them all. This one was the densest, most lush. The soft floor of wispy ferns, undulating in a breeze, looked like a massive fleece blanket, or perhaps a forest of cotton candy trees. Although the main attraction of Botnsreit is a waterfall, I found this forest the most interesting part of the park.
You will often hear it said that all Icelanders speak English. In our experience, most of them did - but many of them did not speak it well. The most humorous case of translation mishaps came in the parking lot at Botnsreit. An old man was there varnishing a picnic table. We said hello to each other, and I asked him if there was a restroom nearby. He then labored through giving me directions back into Akureyri, to a pizza place. "Not restaurant, restroom," I said. Then I tried "WC", since most public toilets had signs saying this. That didn't work either. I tried "bathroom" and "washroom" and struck out there too. Finally, I tried "toilet" and he knew what I meant. Fortunately, too, because I was getting ready to go back into the forest to answer the call of nature.