"Let's go skiing together tomorrow" I said. Words which made Terje happy, and sent him right down in the basement to prepare my cross country skis. Next morning I was up early, I wanted to do it all properly, and started the day with malking boller (sweet pastries), and hot chocolate to bring in our backpack.
The days are so short now, but during the few hours we have with the sun, the light from the low, low sun is remarkable.
As the name tells, the House in the Woods is situated right at the edge of the forest. We walk up the road about 200 meters, and then the ski tracks start. Mile after mile of lovely nature, free to use whenever we want
Norwegians are born with skis on their feet. So was I, and I started to use them almost before I could walk. The last years I have used them too seldom though, and yesterday I realised I am not anymore as tuff, as brave as I used to be. A 50+ body is getting stiff, and I felt unsure, almost afraid when we met the steep hills. "Well, I can always take my skis off and carry them down" I told Terje. But I never did, and felt so proud of myself. Practice makes the master.
Terje is out skiing "all the time". He followed me and my speed though, but as soon as I said it was time for me to go home, I only saw his back, full speed further into the tracks. Well, he stopped long enough to give me the backpack to take home first :-)
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By the way; the new Blue Café has opened, you can find my fresh boller there.
