This is just the beginning, an introduction to what is left of the farm called "Kolkuós". This is how it was on my second visit in 2005. As you will learn, it almost wasn't at all!
Right! "Completely here." There is no better way of saying it.
This is one of my favorite things about Iceland. You are always standing on a story.
For those of you who are seeing Kolkuós for the first time, I'm trying as hard as I can through these words and pictures to give you the experience of a very special place. My first visit to Kolkuós was so much more appropriate -- I was on horseback, on the first day of my first trek in Iceland. We had been riding on a winding trail overlooking the ocean and our herd of loose horses was driven down a road by some old deserted buildings until we were right by the ocean.
While our horses grazed and we rested, I wondered around this little "ghost farm", poking into windows and doors, afraid to touch anything. I could tell right then that it was special. I don't think I even knew the name of the place. I certainly did not know anything about the famous horses from Kolkuós. It seemed child-like. Kolkuós. At that time, we pronounced it Kolkos, rhymed with "focus".
I was not the only one who felt something very special about Kolkuós.
Valgeir Thovaldsson worked for years to stop the proposed garbage dump and fuel depot from being "developed" on this very special site. He had a plan...
Some neighboring farmers in Skagafjörður pitched in and donated some young horses of the Kolkuós line.
The word has spread across the ocean...
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