As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
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Saturday, December 15, 2012
Crossing the Ford
Cornell University Library
If you ever go horse treking in Iceland, crossing fords and glacier streams has always been an exciting activity.
These riders are fording Markarfljót near Eyjafjardarsysla, IS, around 1900 AD.
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