FACT: There are over a THOUSAND waterfalls in Iceland...
A small island deserves a small horse! The Icelandic ponies are actually horses. Though short in stature, usually between 13 and 15 hands, they are registered by breeders as a horse. This small horse is a very hardy breed and suffer from far less diseases than a mainland horse. The law does not let these small guys to be exported and no other breeds to be imported. [ 399 more words ]
My job often takes me chasing cars all over the west. This is a flash flood as it creeps up in your car from outta no where.
Back in 1970 a famous band sang a song about Iceland. Got it? Yep LED Zeppelin wrote: We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow. Hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land. To fight the hordes and sing, and cry. Valhalla, I am coming. LZ… [ 916 more words ]
Planning our next big adventure... Iceland! Part of travel is the planning. Chris and I were talking one day and she asked, "where do you want to go for your birthday this year?" We of course kicked around several local destinations. Folk and Blues Festivals. Beaches and rivers. Wild, white water rafting trips in the West. Nothing was tickling my fancy until... [ 531 more words ]
Planning our next big adventure... Iceland! Part of travel is the planning. Chris and I were talking one day and she asked, "where do you want to go for your birthday this year?" We of course kicked around several local destinations. Folk and Blues Festivals. Beaches and rivers. Wild, white water rafting trips in the West. Nothing was tickling my fancy until... Chris spouted out "lets go to Iceland!" I was a bit taken back since it was so far from our normal travel paramet...
Gandaulf is a Welch Pembrook Corgi. He came into our lives as a small little squirt that would high center himself on the daily newspapers as we went for our walks in the morning. He had a room full of chew toys which soon became "chewed toys". As he grew we were inseparable. He traveled to more places than most human beings. [ 231 more words ]
Chapter Eight: Home Sweet Home I woke up several days later in a much starker environment than when I last was awake. The smell of sterile bed sheets, freshly sweated on pillows and a voice echoing in my brain, "Dr. Granger code blue." I was in the hospital. No idea how I got here. In a panic I sat straight up and yelled out, "Breeze!" A nurse came rushing in. [ 265 more words ]
Chapter Seven: We're Going Home Breeze and I sat down on the side of the trail enjoying some scratches and reciprocating licks. My head pounded in the blazing morning sun. My mouth was getting that Velcro feeling again. Every time I stood up I felt faint and nauseous. I searched for two saplings or strong downed branches I could use to steady myself as I hiked the last few miles. [ 704 more words ]
Chapter Six: The Final Miles After a good nights sleep, I woke to the pink glow of the morning's dawn on a few high clouds. I daydreamed of eggs and bacon frying in a pan. The smell of fresh biscuits and sweet creamy butter. The feel of a soft tongue kissing my ear... Breeze you little shit! I stretched and sat up and evaluated my head wound. [ 527 more words ]
Chapter Five: In the End... It's the Little Things That Matter Dawn comes early this time of year. Over twenty four hours have passed since I woke up in my own bed, complaining about how hot it was. Since I had a good breakfast and double checked my pack and called everyone on my team of drivers. This morning I am lying here awake wondering which way to go? [ 719 more words ]
Chapter Four: How Dumb Does a Dumb Dog Get? It was an hour past dark when I finally got through the maze of trees. I found an opening with some soft grass and laid out my sleeping bag and attempted to set up my bivouac. I found my headlamp to be in working order and sought out some dry wood and kindling to get a small fire. [ 417 more words ]
Chapter Three: Oh My Lord... This is Cold! It took about thirty minutes to get to the stream. Of course it was way out of its banks. It had even flooded a few low lying areas and fields surrounding the stream. I could see several large animal tracks in the mud surrounding the overflowed areas. I noticed a set of moose tracks, some big cat tracks and many small deer tracks. [ 1,926 more word ]
Chapter Two: A Rocky Start I checked my watch... 2:34pm. OK... I have 6 miles to cover till my first planned camp, aside one of the many Alpine lakes at around 9800 feet. I had hiked to this lake many times before in the dog days of Summer just to escape the heat of the valley. It was quite picturesque and held a bounty of small brookies that I liked to catch and throw in the pan. [ 1,123 more word ]