One real advantage of living in Oslo is that it takes 20 minutes from downtown to the ski tracks and slopes. This morning it was minus twelve, the tracks were newly laid, only an elk and a hare had used them before us. Almost a meter of snow and crisp winter air. At midday a pale sun tried, in vain, to heat the air a bit, but it promised to return later in the mont to make the days – and the skiing trips – longer.
Home for a hot shower. And maybe a beer? I’ll see if I still have a bottle of Nøgne ø IPA left after Christmas.
wow, that’s beautiful, man.
You’ll forgive me if I allow myself a wry smile.
Here in Ireland 3cms of snow brought the country grinding to a halt, most roads remain ungritted and unsalted and a light frost is reported by news organisations in apocalyptic tones.
And unless you drink stout, cooking lager or a single brand of weak keg beer you can’t even find a decent drink to drown your sorrows.
It’s nice to read how snow and winter should be
appreciated and not feared.