Adrian quietly commented that it’s been a very long time since we grilled sausages, and could we maybe do that some day?

It has indeed been a long time. Winter is not my favourite time for that kind of thing. But today really felt like spring, with a warm sun in a big blue sky. So we drove to Ursvik and grilled sausages. To make the outing into more than just a walk from the parking lot to the nearest grilling spot, we got one geocache as well.

This was the most fun cache yet. Finding it wasn’t hard, but reaching it required creative thinking, the co-operation of two people, and some equipment. It was a good thing that it was spring and the Igelbäcken brook next to the cache was not frozen over – without the brook it would have been impossible.

Ingrid does disco on Wednesday evenings. She seems to enjoy it and is excited about the idea of performing at the end-of-term show.

She takes after me in preferring to be barefoot when possible. She is the only one dancing barefoot in her group, just like I am always the only one barefoot in my cirkelfys classes.

Some days he is tired, counting steps to home, “are we there soon”.
Other days he is full of boyish energy. He climbs on things, plays games, sings, makes up silly jokes. I can’t even remember what he was doing here but something very “Adrian”. And he could only walk on the dark parts of the asphalt.

What the weather generally looked like at the top of the mountain in Idre.

Snowy wonderland in Idre.

It started snowing just before lunch, and as the afternoon went on, there was more and more snow, as well as more and more wind. It didn’t get quite as windy as in Hemavan last year (when the winds forced lifts to be closed) but with the icy grains of snow it was pretty unpleasant. Especially on the lifts, where we were exposed to the full force of the snow and wind and had neither trees nor even the mountain itself to protect us, since we were above everything. We huddled, and made sure to cover every bare patch of skin with scarfs and mittens.

And I definitely did not stop at the top for photography. Not that there was anything to see there either, because the clouds were low and the air was full of snow. It was all a very white whiteness. “The nothingness,” Ingrid called it.

When we got down among the trees and stopped to look, what looked like snow on the trees turned out to be ice crystals.

Ingrid and I are in Idre for this year’s skiing holiday. This time we have my mum with us as well. During the days we will each be going our separate ways as we ski downhill while she does Nordic skiing. But we had company for the six-hour drive, and for breakfast and evenings.

The lifts close at 16:30 already so today we didn’t have time for much more than picking up our skis and just enough skiing to make our bodies remember what it feels like.