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)


Friday, February 12, 2010

Day 2: Hi there finally :)... we've just arrived our final destination for today, Långå, and was served a fantastic fish for dinner. Our eminent musicians, Orwar and Diana are playing piano and flute...while I'm hiding behind a curtain trying to write you and sing at the same time multitasking at it's prime.

Yesterday morning we left Klövsjö at 8 in the morning. Churchbells ringing to send us off mixed in with the sleighbells. It was only a couple of degrees minus so very nice compared to last weeks' -35*C.

Both horses and Forbönder are excited and a bit tense on the morning of departure... It is quite hectic, everybody is packing their sleighs with furs, something to eat and drink and hay for the horses. What strikes me though is the sight of experienced hands handling horses and equipment. No universitydegree can ever compeete with this sort of knowledge. It has to be acquired through physical experience sometimes over a lifetime. I am incredible grateful to have the opportunity to be a part of this and to be able to share the experience with good friends.

We made it over the mountain and arrived Vemdalen last night. Even though the evening was filled with lovely dinner, singing and a few drinks we were all exhausted and one after the other went to bed before midnight.

This morning we left the village while it was still dark at 6 in the morning which mean that the horses need to be fed and watered around 4 am. Some of us decided to leave extra early to give the horses some extra time since this is the day we travel the longest distance with rather difficult conditions (~50 kilometers).

We didn't stop until sunrise... spectacular, glowing, sparkling, cold morning. We've been trying to walk as much as possible to save the horses some work and to keap warm. The snow is tough when it is this cold, the sleighs don't slide easily but it's so beautiful that it hurts.

I've uploaded som pics for you, enjoy and see you tomorrow!

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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...