The “return of the sun” day is officially the 23rd of January but several days of overcast weather have kept the sun at bay. Today the living room was bathed in sunshine for the first time this year. Although we don’t suffer from the winter blues it is still a great moment when the sun returns to our home.
It is snowing like mad and it’s not as if we can do much about it. If King Canute had tried to stop the snow from doing its thing, instead of the sea, he would have ended up looking like a very large meringue. I’ve been out twice this evening moving snow around. Here I am doing my Banksy impersonation whilst clearing snow off the roof of the bike shed.
It looks like it will be difficult to use the bike trailer to take Odd Egill to barnehage tomorrow. So the pulk has been taken out of storage readied for use.
Yesterday was our first family outing with the pulk. We were out of the house before nine and headed up to our favourite spot on Golsfjellet.
We were rewarded with a wonderful sunrise, bright oranges and reds in the east…
…and gentle pinks in the West.
Damae took charge of the pulk which was nice of her. This was my first proper exercise in a couple of weeks so I needed to take things easy.
We threaded our way along the ski tracks towards “The Pole”. This is a signpost that stands at a junction of five prepared ski routes a couple of kilometres from Kvanhøgd turistsenter.
The snow was actually ice and very slippery. It was a couple degrees above freezing when we left the car and warmed up for the the outward leg of our journey.
We reached the pole as the sun started disappearing behind thin clouds. The breeze strengthened slightly making it feel colder than it actually was. We decided that it wasn’t a day to be sitting around drinking tea so we turned around and headed back to the car.
Once back at Kvanhøgd we got the little man out of the pulk and into the Syncro and packed away our skis. We ate a bit of lunch and drank some tea before heading back down the hill to Gol.
We had a lovely tour despite the poor condition of the ski tracks. It was just fantastic to be sliding along on our skis again whilst taking in the views on Golsfjellet. We’d basically missed the previous skiing season entirely: by the time Odd Egill was old enough to go out in a pulk the snow had gone and our cycling season had started.
Odd Egill seemed to enjoy himself in the pulk in much the same way he likes being in his bike trailer. Which is good news!
More snow is forecast in the next few days. Fingers crossed, we might yet get few more family outings with the pulk before the cycling season starts in earnest.
Happy New Year from Stan, Damae and Odd Egill.
Whatever you choose to celebrate at this time of year, make sure you have a good one.