Waiting for the train at Arna Station Last summer (Thus, in 2011. This was written a year ago ...),

It's been in July and the season for externalizing spending time outdoors. Then perhaps it's also time to share impressions from last year, no snow fell, but a walk around the Hardangervidda in six days. The case was published party catering in Berner'n No. 3 - 2012.
Waiting for the train at Arna Station Last summer (Thus, in 2011. This was written a year ago ...), right after we came home from vacation trip, turned our good old Teddy bear and had to be euthanized. Back I sat with plans for a week-long tour of the Hardangervidda, a trip that suddenly seemed pointless when I had no dog to share it with. Luckily had Dariel with Hege Askvik in Brekke had a litter just days in advance, and not many hours after I posted "Exit Apron" on Facebook, I received a request to be a carer for bitch puppy in the litter, inquire reste of the family said yes to. Thus Aredhel party catering granted permanent immigration and residency. But the transition party catering from long days march into the mountains to valpelek and pee trips within the cooperative was great. A road trip seemed infinitely distant. Winter came and went again, and with the owner's permission, we started slowly following the snowbank when it withdrew the hillsides here in the west. But winter party catering was tough and it went slowly. Meanwhile, we extended quiet radius of action, and made sure to experience a lot together. The upshot was that the puppy beast showed clear appetite for nightlife. The first peak trip we went in April, and in May, we tried the tent for the first time. All this went very smoothly. After we had in June secured gold badge in orienteering and gone even some tops to, I began to seriously probe the feasibility party catering of establishing a long trip plans with breeder and family. Both parties gave the green light. The hiking routes, as I said figured out earlier. Hardangervidda is flat and easy to walk. Well-marked trails provide many opportunities to modify the tour if something happens and there is little space between the cabins if the weather would be catastrophically bad. The plan was still living in tents. Transport to and from the mountain, however, was a challenge. Express buses have put total ban to include all types of animals. It's a long drive from Forde and leave your car is you somehow have to get back to it. Trains were a possibility, but NSB has a variegated and small dog owner friendly story when it comes to customer care. It can be the sign that has traveled with the dog either party catering in smoke compartment, in the time between the carriages or simply freight wagon. Where would the dog be caged, and how do a dog crate while lurking around in the mountains and get it afterwards? Installed on the train solution also came here through Facebook. Some linked information that the NSB is now offering a limited number of 'expensive places' in each regional. You get a double seat for you and your dog, and pay child fare if the latter is over 40 centimeters. It must always remain on the floor, even if it is a window seat on the ticket. I booked this place already that night and invited all berner friends I had on Facebook with the ride. It was probably a bit abruptly at the most, and some seemed party catering perhaps six days was just over underdog. In the end we stood alone on Ustaoset station when the train from Bergen party catering went on to Oslo. But the weather was good and the return ticket was not valid until about five days and four hours. It was just to throw the bag on your back and put our feet in time. Not the big turnout here, no ... Aredhel had filled one year only a few days in advance, and although I was not convinced that she would handle the trip, it was out of the question to let her carry pack this time. Had we any pack that matched one so young back either. Thus ended dry cat food and some extra snacks in the box in my bag thus passed party catering twenty kilograms with tents and everything. It was a Should I became familiar with when we three kilometers along the road began the climb three hundred meters up the Ustetind. I quickly became more concerned about my own hip status than Aredhel her. But we took the time to help, took encouraging enough left some families on day trips and finally up we could see the Hardangervidda spread green and wide as far as the eye could see. The meeting with such a view relieved bag with several tons and we almost danced over the heath and around myrpytter where the trail meandering off towards Tuva hut. We should follow 'huts no', but still live in tents. This gave us the ability to control speed and load itself, in addition to saving money. It would be possible to walk the entire trip just with a little extra clothes and a sleeping bag in a backpack and leave your credit card do the rest. But for an old scout was not an option. It should Lars Monsen few battle for the title of hiker. There was a soda collapsed in the yard outside Tuva before we went half a mile further and found a nice place to tent on a surface covered with reindeer moss. But it was not just us who thought this was a nice place. Aredhel lay to rest while I put up the tent and were soon covered with mosquitoes. We came