Mist of Oblivion

16.04 2015

Look at this path that has been carved into the rock hard basalt by the hooves of thousands of horses through the centuries. How many hoofbeats would this take?  Once this was a busy route for riders with strings of pack horses carrying loads of stockfish from the fishing villages of the Reykjanes peninsula but now this route is hardly travelled as can be seen by the fragile moss that slowly progresses to cover it and submit it to the mist of oblivion. We ride to remember


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