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

Wednesday 16/2-2011

It is morning after another brilliant evening of celebrations and music, this time together with the other sleighteams and the market committee. We are getting ready for a day at the market, taking turns working in the backyard that our sleighteam is responsible for. After lunch it’s time for a small excursion over to Tröndelags sleighteam. Last night at the party they gave us a barrel of salted haring as an anniversary gift and now it's time to pick it up. After some friendly negotiations we also manage to buy an extra barrel to bring back with us. Röros winter fairs first lady, Lillian Sandnes got the honor of tasting the product after some initial skepticism, -she approved and even liked it.

In the evening the winter fair Mass (this year with a wedding) has gathered over 700 people. Blessings of friendship are read in the recently restored church before it is filled with folkmusic and the married couple can dance their way down the aisle. Music and dancing continues throughout the night before it’s time to find our way home.

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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...