Before Iceland: She's Pressure Washing the Ceiling

Iceland is close. You can feel it in the air.

So can Robin. Which is why the pressure washer is running again.

Here is the thing about leaving for two weeks. You do not just pack a bag and walk out the door. Not when there is a herd. Not when someone else is stepping in to care for six Icelandic horses and three cats while you are gone.

You hand them a clean barn. A really clean barn.

So today the pressure washer came out. The targets: the treat balls and the barn ceiling. Yes. The ceiling. Nobody asked her to do the ceiling. The ceiling does not care. Robin cares.

The treat balls get blasted until they look brand new, ready for Glytja, Kommi, Gössi, Hermi, Fróði, and Stjarna to knock them around and work for their snacks. The ceiling gets the same treatment, because if you are going to do a job, you do the whole job.

This is what the days before Iceland actually look like. Not glamorous. Not postcard material. A woman, a hose, and a barn that is about to be spotless for the people lucky enough to spend two weeks with the herd.

The horses have no idea any of this is happening for them. They will wander in tonight to a sparkling ceiling and act like it was always that way. Classic.

Watch the frenzy below.

Boss Mare. She doesn't ask twice. She pressure washes.