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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Friday, August 7, 2015
Modern Day Crossing Goðafoss Waterfalls
Icelandic horses are know as the bridges of Iceland for good reason. Below are treking horses crossing
Goðafoss Waterfalls, know as the waterfalls of the gods.
Here is a photo from the early 1900s of a horse and rider crossing the falls at Buria.
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