On the trail
The first snowdrift of winter
The first snow came in the night. By morning the forest path was so quiet that every step carried far, and the air already felt like winter, though the frost was only a couple of degrees.
Notes from the trail and the kitchen
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In the kitchen
Rye bread, without the rush
Sourdough, water, flour and time. Not much else is needed. Rye bread is one of those things that do not thank you for hurrying.
On the trail
Autumn colours wait for no one
Autumn colours wait for no one. One weekend the birches are still green, the next they are golden, and a week later the leaves are already on the ground.
Everyday
Saturday sauna
On Saturday evening I light the sauna stove as early as four. The scent of birch, the hiss of the steam and the quiet: that is enough for me at the end of the week.
On the trail
Among the cloudberries in August
At the start of August the bog is like another country. Your foot sinks into soft moss, and orange berries glow on every side: the cloudberries are ripe.
On the trail
Northern lights above Saana
We saw the northern lights for the first time at the foot of Saana. We had already been outside for an hour when a faint green arc appeared on the edge of the sky.