A walk through a forest is a peaceful yet exciting thing to behold. You never know what you’ll encounter, even on a familiar path, and the forest always surprises you with what it is capable of. Beauty is found with the sounds and colors of leaves fluttering while sunshine sneaks through the branches. Breathtaking is spotting a snapping turtle laying its eggs right on the path in front of you, giving a softer touch to an otherwise fierce adversary (to be explained later).
Don’t get me wrong… we will never replace tomatsuppe at Skogfjorden but Blomkålsuppe is a wonderful alternative, perfect for the cooler fall weather and super (souper!!) hearty.
It would be a couple of years before I realized the deep impacts that would result from a late enrollment as a first-year blåstreng villager at age 18. It was a two-week whirlwind of fun and study with people who I didn’t realize would become friends for life.
Nam nam nam!!
I often find myself singing Alle slag or Vandringsvise pretending I’m on the walk to Bukkesjøen, while on a long climb or ski day in the mountains, to keep me going, occupied, and in a world of calm when the going gets tough. Skogfjorden has infiltrated my life in the smallest of ways on a daily basis, but it has also given me an orientation with which to explore.