Day One. Wheels Down.

You land in Iceland and your body has no idea what time it is.

Day one. Wheels down. The kind of tired that settles into your bones before you've even found the car.

We almost did this without Megan. Then she decided, last minute, she was coming too. Some of the best ones show up that way. No long deliberation. No twelve-text negotiation. Just a yes and a packed bag.

That's how a herd works. You don't audition for it. You move with it or you don't.

So here we are. Jet-lagged, a little punch-drunk, grinning anyway. The horses are waiting. The fire and the ice are waiting. And we are exactly where we're supposed to be.

Keep your boots by the door.

Boss Mare. She doesn't ask twice.