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.
Ever wonder why Icelandics tend to be calm, confident, and agile? These
riders are crossing a bridge in (not over) the Brúará River in Iceland,
circa 1900. Photo from Cornell University, Frederick Howell
collection.
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