We spent last weekend visiting Audun's grandmother. She lives in a farmhouse on a steep hillside in Norddal, Sunnmøre. The place is everything you've ever imagined a Norwegian farmhouse to be - steep mountains in every direction falling straight down to the fjord. There wasn't enough snow to seriously consider skiing, so we went hiking instead. After all, beggers can't be choosers. On Sunday, Audun, his father and I headed up to Rellingsætra, a small seter (traditional Norwegian summer farm) further up the steep hillside.
An old tractor road snaked up through the twisted, rocky forest. Parts of it had been destroyed by falling rocks or mudslides. On our left side, the hill dropped steeply to the valley bottom. There was more snow than we thought, drifted in between the trees.
|Winter hiking (Image: Odd Arild Bugge)|
|In the tree house. Note the broken ladder! (Image: Odd Arild Bugge)|
|Coffee at Rellingsætra (Image: Odd Arild Bugge)|
We're celebrating Christmas a bit further north, in Tingvoll, where the ground is also mostly bare. Yesterday Audun and I hiked up Kirkeberget, a loaf of a mountain that towers over the village. We met ankle-deep snow on the way up, but still not really enough for skiing. Couldn't complain about the view, though!
|Posing in a winter wonderland|
The days are dark now, and the sun that hit our faces on the way up felt like a Christmas gift.
|Here comes the sun!|
- The Wild Bazilchuk