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| mash and sam love horses |
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| as does claire |
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| me too |
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| HAHAHAHA how funny is this horses mouth...looks like he's going, "parrrp" hahahah |
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| bout to climb it. it IS big i swear |
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| the shadowwww |
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| yeah, just chillin |
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| claaaaaiire yussssss |
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| you did it galfriend |
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| me - right we're gunna take some jumping photos. mash - CAN I DO A FLY KICK? |
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| matrix anyone? |
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| yaaaaaaaaaaaaay i accomplished somethingggggggggggggggg |
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| the beast |
Short one today, words wise anyway. This day we decided to do something a bit random and go on a hike on a mountain *cough*hill*cough*. Pretty exciting stuff. Really handy, the place we picked was just along the road from our house we rented, and across some nice rolling hills, past herds of horses - which we did stop to photograph obviously...We came to the end of the road for our wee car, there were a few streams to cross, instead we just parked up and walked across it to get to our hiking destination. It only took about 2 hours to get up there, it was relatively easy really. Mash and Sam went freeroaming up the side while Claire, Rory and I followed the posts and the path.
Oddly enough, me and Rory bet them to the meet spot with only the top part to get up, and as soon as we meet up for some scrog, then old mountain goat mash starts jogging up. No lies. Like, skipping up there like it ain't no thang. Weirrrdoooo. We stop at the top to ooh ahh a bit, and to track Claire's progress. Rory rolls a few rocks off the back, which is like a cliff down to a stream where Russell Crowe has apparently been filming the day before. Didn't bump in to him tho, I'm interested to see what on earth he was doing there.
I've never been up a so high with a clear view down before, it was beautiful to look down on all the hills and streams. Kiiinda like looking at a national geographic magazine but in real life, quite a cool feeling. And try as I might, I can never get the photos to look how it really looked. So...many levels and layers? I don't know how to explain. Looking over the back side actually hit me with a bit of vertigo, so I only crept up to peek over. I'm one of them people who can always imagine all the things going wrong, like every falling dream I've ever had, combined memory hitting me while staring down down down trying to make my brain comprehend it actually is downnnn. Another thing I can't quite get across how I want to. Ah well. Claire made it up, and we all have lunch, take some dodgy jumping photos, freeze a bit then start the downward journey.
Mash, again, literally runs off on a tangent, still no lies, runs, jogs, jumps like he's in the fellowship, and meets up with us around the same spot we met him on the way up. Apparently the pole way was a lot steeper than the way the other boys went, and slippier. Huh. And we were on the path, how unfair. At the bottom, we stop for an Irish coffee (there is a couple photos of that) that I made up and stuck in a flask before we left.
Afterwards we went home, the boys went and got some groceries while Claire and I jumped in the hot tub and had a beer. Sweet deal. Another brief encounter with the northern lights, and there goes our last night on the coast. Boooo. Ahmazing day. The bunch of Icelandic by the way, have not been bred with any other kind of horses so they're all special and strong and sturdy and have hilarious fluffy ears. Yep.
Until next time folks.
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