Well, it was a coolish weekend, (of about -18C, plus wind chill) and a visiting friend and I take a XC (XC!) ski tour up the local dalur to a nice, wee hut in the hills, just above treeline ('above the trees' is, apparently, 'where men wash the dishes best', I was informed...)
the frozen smile ('frozen', because my face muscles were a bit frozen, true enough)
fox prints
The day after the ski trip, we helped with the Målselv rescue dog team.
first you get into a snow-hole
then you are literally 'buried alive'
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