Every year in the 2nd week of February I pack my sleigh and set out for a weeklong journey over the mountains from Sweden to reach the openingday of Røros winter fair in Norway. In my company I usually have 10-15 horses and 30-40 men and women who travel together. It is amazing, truly magical in so many aspects. My only regret has been how few people that are able to share the experience with me. This blogg is an attempt to give you all a glipse of magic and perhaps one day some of you will feel the urge to set out on a journey of your own...

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Day 3: It's -17*C and still dark when we are leaving Långå. Lots of people has lit lights for us along the road below their farms, small lights that really mean a lot to us in the dark februarymorning. We'll have to travel along modern roads for a bit to day. Many that are passing stops to pull out their cameras. The traffic is mainly considerate but some don't even slow down probably not realizing the danger they are putting themselves and us in.

The rest of today's route follow a lake called Lossen. There are lots of traces after wild animals along the way and in total we've seen 6 elks today. Lovely locals meet up at one of the smaller lakes to bring us reindeer craft, coffee and sandwiches. They have also cut open the ice so that we are able to get water for the horses. The entire bunch of forbönder are smiling when we head on and the rest of the way is as if made for visits between the sleighs with dried meat end high percentage beverages on the menu. It is dark again before we reach Ljusnedal where we will stay the night. Our friends who's driven ahead to make sure everything is in place has cooked lovely dinner and dessert.

Feels like it will be an early evening tonight but you never know :)

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I am a Swedish Forbonde and archaeologist. I grew up in Klövsjö in Sweden and I am officially living in Oslo -Norway but at the moment I'm studying in Gothenburg while spending a large part of the year working in Iceland. So... home is usually defined by where my backpack last was unpacked and part of the year that is in a sleigh somewhere in the mountains between Norway and Sweden

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