Apr 17, 2019
9 min read
A Tale of Courage in Iceland: The Woman of the Horse and a Lesson in Leadership
The long line of riders stretched out in front of me like a conga line. We’d been riding for nearly eight hours by this time, and the perpetual sun- which, in this nation during summer never sets- was slowly dropping. At best, at this altitude, the temperature might get into the sixties. At best. Add to that the ever-present wind, and it can be damned…
