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 21, 2010

Day 4: Sunday morning 14th of February. We are leaving just before 8 in the morning to reach the morningservice in Funäsdalen at 9 a clock. It is just -8*C and incredible beautiful when the sun rises. We are unexpectedly escorted by a reindeer calf across the lake. He just showed up and politly greeted the horse in front before he took over and decided to lead us across the lake. He actually followed us all the way into the museum area in Funäsdalen where it got a bit too crowded. A truly remarkable and amazing experience. You'll have to check out the pictures!! After blessings and a prayer from our forbonde priest we are ready to carry on. One of the toughest uphill climbs awaits us but the sleighs slides easily on the icy surface so it is just as hard on the horses as on us running next to them. Towards the end of the day we cross the Swedish-Norwegian boarder and a few kilometers later we arrive at Vauldalens Hotel where busloads of people have traveled to meet us and join us for dinner tonight. Jorid and Ole peder running the family hotel are Forbönder themselves and their welcome is especially meaningful to us.
We are surprised with cake on Valentine's day by other forbonde-friends that weren't able to join us this year...mmm lovely!

Before bed we have a look at the horses, make sure that they don't have any injuries and are comfortable and dry. then a few hours sleep before the alarm goes off again... Good night

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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...