It was winter. There was snow. And before us awaited a week without any big plans – winter holiday 2011. The ideas were many, but the decision was easy: We went to Blefjell, our lokal mountain range. Sleeping bags, sleeping mats, tents, food, clothing, cooking equipment, cuddly teddy bears and a radio were distributed between backpacks and the pulka. The mountains gave us four unforgettable days with low shoulders and a high sky.
The full story was recently published in the Norwegian magazine Snø & Ski nr 1 2012.
THE SODA POP HUT. We pass The Soda Pop Hut on our way.
ALONE IN THE MOUNTAINS. We walk away from the ski track and into the mountains.
WHOOPER SWANS IN THE MOUNTAINS. Four Whooper swans surprise us on our way into the mountains.
POWDER HAPPINESS. The girls find a perfect ski slope right next to camp.
THE GOLDEN HOUR AT BLEFJELL. The colour shifts during the day are dramatic.
SILVERCOLOURED WINTER LANDSCAPE. The landscape turns silvery just before dusk.
FUN IN THE MOUNTAINS. The girls stay outside and play even after dusk.
NORTHERN LIGHTS ABOVE BLEFJELL. Slender spruces stand in silhouette against an iridescent green northern light.
FREEZING FOG. One night, the freezing fog puts down a thin layer of white over the landscape.
WINDSCREEN. Everybody lends a hand to the building of a windscreen.
WINTER JOY. We are very satisfied after unforgettable days on Blefjell.