With September comes autumn, and a whole lot of sheep. This year I was rounding up in the north of Iceland, Melrakkasletta, and the east, Fljotsdalsheidi. Alltogether we found probably 6 thousand sheep.
trying to round up these sheep before nightfall
bringing the sheep into the coral for sorting
Frankfurts new and modern business district
The historic city center square Romemberg
The north-eastern most part of Iceland is an isolated peninsula called Melrakkasletta. It doesn’t have mountains or fjords, but it has a lonely Heath full of moss and sheep and not much else. It seems as if more farms there are abandoned than inhabited, and riding there felt like we had risen into the clouds.
the lonely trails of Melrakkasletta
the fog setting in over Djúpavík
Me and my friend Steve took an impromptu roadtrip to the eastern westfjords, where a gravel road winds north along Húnaflói, through tiny villages and abandoned farms.
Steve and Krossneslaug
We saw more sheep than people, one dog, no horses, and a lot of natural hotsprings. We bathed at Gvendarlaug, Drangsnes, Gjögur and finally Krossneslaug. We met our friends cousins at the Kört museum, and ate coffee and cakes at the only 2 cafes in the region. We passed the deserted herring factory in Djupavik, and ended our trip at another deserted factory in Ingólfsfjörður.
another deserted fishing factory at the end of the road
Cruising around the cliffs and islands of Vestmannæyjar
Summer arrived late in Iceland this year, but we went into Þórsmörk nature reserve anyway, snow and all. But the late snow melt meant some riverbeds were empty and the mighty Krossá river was low enough to only wet a few toes.
The first riding tour of the 2015 season with Ishestar was in Thorsmork
Dogsledding in Svalbard on a chilly but beautiful day
fjords, valleys, snow and sea were all we had to look for
its not everyday you see a chandelier of skulls and bones
imagine trying to paint a blue like this… impossible.
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