After a 27-hour day of driving, airport dashing and flying I’m grateful to be back in Vermont. Elin and I feel like we slipped through the eye of the Ash Cloud needle, so to speak. We lucked out at both ends of our scheduled travel to Scandinavia, having arrived days before airports were closed, and leaving the first day they reopened. After so much disruption of air travel in Northern Europe as a result of the volcanic eruption it felt a bit surreal to be flying over Iceland. I had the seat-back monitor in front of me set for viewing live video from the planes downward-pointed camera when I snapped these photos on my iPhone yesterday. We were 35,000′ above the eastern coastline of Iceland.