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How it became Mountain Wind
Friday, July 9, 2010





One of the most beautiful places in the World is Tarfala. It is in the north of Sweden, very close to the highest peek of the country.

Three majestic glaciers look down on the huts resting there. The valley leading down from there is narrow and steep. Here the winds can get strong, when the cold air rushes downwards. Houses have a tendency to follow along, so the huts are tied to the ground with cables.





Yup, that small, red dot close to the glaciar border is me.

When I’m longing to get back to the mountains, it is images from Tarfala that comes up in my mind.

Mountains have a significant place in my heart. When we travel it is often to see mountains. Our journies have taken us to the Swedish fjells, Norweigian fjords, the Alps, the Himalayas, and the Rocky Mountains.



Photos by Magnus Nordlund

4 comments:

Robert A Vollrath said...

Mountains are my favorite places in the world. I've only been to the Rocky Mountains. How wonderful you've seen so many mountains.

Désirée said...

A colleague of mine asked why we don't own a boat, considering I love being outdoors so much. "It's boring" I replied. I stared at me and said "It's can't be that different from hiking". "It is" I said "since the water is flat."

Robert A Vollrath said...

That is so true! I feel trapped in a boat. I feel the most free when I go hiking.

Désirée said...

Just say the word "boat" and I shiver.

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