G carried his frying pan and wooden spatula into the woods to fry the mushrooms we picked. Still alive.
R and H charging with sunrays and lollipops before getting on the bus to Oslo on the way back from Snøhetta.
C half way jumping down Snøhetta, one sharp neon green lichen covered rock at a time.
Made it to the top of Snøhetta dispite the vintage polar explorer casual outfit!
P and J on top of things on top of Snøhetta!
R in full outer space gear gracefully contrasting the brown surroundings at the reindeer pavillion
Ice cream tastes best in Lyon… so T is having more, with five years since the last one! (Skalgubbar #219)
C is on her way to get a juicy eclair au chocolat from the only store in town, the patisserie in Bussiere-Badil.
S and L with baguette, hat, spoon, and a variety of cakes from the boulangerie patisserie in Vareignes.
J M is drinking freshly squeezed mountain juice directly from the stream, somewhere high up in the wilderness near Rjukan.
S is looking at a mountain (Gaustatoppen) from a mountain with some german WWII turret towers on it, in Rjukan.
G and P are climbing a mountain, why are they climbing a mountain? To hug the mountain.
C went bike touring with me along the coast of lake Vänern over a couple of sunny days last summer. Great trip!
A took a break from hiking to feed fancy sourdough bread to a couple of fat birds
M at a brunch party on 17th of May, Norway’s national day. It’s today! Cheers!
Lake Vänern suddenly froze into an endless shiny surface with just a few boats, buoys, rocks and drift wood sticking up. An incredible ice skating experience.
J M mid air! …or waking up from a nap in the middle of the slope, Oslo Winter Park.
More ski day! This is C in a mid slope sunset argument.