Tales and adventures of a Belgian lady and her fourteen furry friends
I was writing something on Norway Trail, the first dog sled race PJ and I participated in. I thought it would be fun to give a little day to day overview of what that week looked like, of all the things we've learned along the way. But it seems so irrelevant now. It's only been… Continue reading Time
At last the weather forecast shows multiple days of blue temperatures. From last week new snow and minus degrees descended upon us, hopefully for a while to stay. When I came home after Christmas in Belgium it was like driving into a postcard. The forest around the house was so incredibly beautiful it made me… Continue reading The long spring of January
It's incredible how fast time has flew by since we came to Nesbyen. It's already two months ago that we all arrived here, the dogs fresh from Sweden and PJ with the last of our things from Aurland. I maybe indicated it in the last post, but it was a bit of a shock in… Continue reading White in the Woods
It’s been a while since my last post on this site. Not because of a lack of want or anything to say. Some people have asked if there was too much disappointment after quitting Norge på Langs. There was at first, but now it’s really alright, that choice has long been accepted and personally approved.… Continue reading A brand new beginning
Acapulka has a reputation for producing the 'Rolls Royce' on the pulka market. We were more than excited to have them support our crossing of Norway and very keen on testing out their sleds. In consultation with the company we opted for the Expedition Tour 170, a sled with a capacity to hold up to… Continue reading Acapulka Expedition Tour 170 and Dragging Bar “Wire” system
‘It’s never too late to turn (det er aldrig for sent å snu)’ is one of the best known mountain safety commandments of the Norwegian tourist association (DNT). Knowing when to turn and when to continue takes training and experience. It’s a decision-taking process that matures over time. Reactions to our decision to stop crossing… Continue reading The Art of Not Succeeding
There was no sound but the wind and nothing to see but blowing snow. Even going to the toilet became an assignment. Bull often decided he didn’t have to go after all and stood scratching at the door to go back inside. After a beautiful week through Padjelanta our luck was at an end. The… Continue reading To the Arctic circle, but not beyond
We saw the bus leave, waved goodbye to Alec and then there was only two of us again. It was really nice having another person there and being a small team, short as it lasted. It was a beautiful day again, not a breeze of wind and not a cloud in the sky. PJ and… Continue reading Padjelanta and Sulitjelma
The second of March announced itself brilliantly, with a morning sun rising into a pale blue sky and not a breeze of wind moving the air. It was a stark contrast to the storms that battered us the week before, blowing off roofs like they were mere sheets of paper and even relocating entire cabins.… Continue reading Narvikfjell
On the first of January we left Abisko for the King's Trail, loaded with 22 days of food and fuel, enough to reach Sulitjelma in a single push. On January 4 we were back in Abisko, defeated by a wall of snow, having had a storm over our heads yet again, disquieted by signs of… Continue reading Polar Night
Lost in the Hills 