I admit, my life is a joke. I've sucked at updating this, but as I move to Iceland in three days I think my predominant method of communication is going to be smoke signals and the occasional internet contact. So, I'm moving to Iceland for three months to work as a dogsledding instructor for this company called Dogsled Iceland. Yeah. We will ignore the fact that I don't know how to dogsled. So I'm trading in life in the tropics on a boat for the artic tundra, a couple Icelandic guys and 30 sled dogs. Seems normal right? I'm pretty sure my mother things I'm insane, but in my experience it's the crazy ideas that yield the best stories to tell at the bar. What this company does is take tourist on dogsled tours, where the instructors ski next to the dogsled and command the dogs. We will also ignore the fact that I don't know how to ski.
My life is a shit show.
Here are a few pictures of the compound and the dogs. 6 puppies were born recently, so there are some adorable overload photos. I'll upload pictures of me falling on my ass while skiing and becoming dogsled roadkill. Phenomenal!
