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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Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Skjorning at 35 miles per hour on an Icelandic
Sigh! I can't even stand up on skis on level ground let alone use an Icelandic horse to ski uphill at 35 miles an hour. What fun--to watch on TV.
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