Waiting for the Ferry to Stårheim

Waiting for the Ferry to Stårheim

Waiting for the Ferry to Stårheim Sit back and silence the engine. Take a moment and bow your head against the wheel. Give thanks.  You are safe from the twists and the turns of the road and of life. You have crossed over bridges and through mountain tunnels and now...
Unaffjordable

Unaffjordable

Unaffjordable The Airport “You may find yourself coming to an area that looks like a toll booth,” the attendant at the Europcar rental agency explained. “It is important that you don’t stop. There is no need to stop at these areas. There is a small chip on the...
On the Trail of the Sqvader of Sundsvall

On the Trail of the Sqvader of Sundsvall

On the Trail of the Sqvader of Sundsvall In the 1870s, the town of Sundsvall, in Sweden’s Medelpad province, had a bit of a gossip problem. Located at the mouth of a bay that opens into the Gulf of Bothnia, in 1874 the village of Sundsvall had grown into one of the...
The Darkest Day

The Darkest Day

The Darkest Day The train out of Umeå was over an hour late and the sun had been setting in northern Sweden well before 2 pm for many days. By the time I arrived in Luleå, though it was just the early evening, it felt like the darkest hours of nighttime and I was...
The Musher

The Musher

The Musher Neo was the first to emerge from his cradle in the snow and stretch his snout toward the moon. Licking his lips, he let forth a howl to alert his pack that, though the sun would not rise above the horizon because of the solstice, the night was relenting...