Every year in the second 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... (Anette was kind enough to keep the entries of 2012 when I could not join)


Sunday, February 20, 2011

Friday 11/2-2011

We left Långå this morning 6.30 at a very pleasant temperature ( -10*C), snowfall has stopped and the storm passed during the night. Many of us are walking and running the first 7km up to Saxvall. The road has been cleared down to the gravel and it is heavy pulling for the horses. At sunrise we stop for something to eat and drink before we have to continue on the mainroad for a while. I realize I’ve lost my knife when I was running this morning. I’ve had it since I was 12 so I guess I’ll have to return this summer to look for it. Fortunately there are no traffic incidents during the day. It was really close yesterday and we have heard that there has been an accident with one of the other sleighteams. We are all relieved when we reach Röhån at lunchtime, from there we will be driving on the other side of the lake, away from all traffic. Our good friends, Jens, Jessica, Stefan, Kjell and Anna have met up with hot chocolate and warm lunch for us all to enjoy in the sun, before we begin on the final stretch of the day. The temperature has dropped below -20*C when we arrive Ljusnedal, our final destination, horses and men have no problem keeping warm. We are staying here for two nights, just resting tomorrow, which might be an extra welcome sleep in after the dinner invitation we received from Gyllene Bocken hotels...
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Home is often, too often perhaps, defined by where my backpack last was unpacked and part of the year home is in a sleigh somewhere in the mountains between Norway and Sweden...