In a burst of golden light, the sun returned to Skarstad. It poured over the ground and illuminated the landscape in its buttery glow. We rushed to meet it, donning our sweaters and driving the kick-sledge down to the oceanside. We laughed and ran around and pretty much just frolicked in the sun. Although it continued to somehow snow at the same time, there was warm light, falling from the sky, on our skin. It was amazing! I was extremely enthusiastic about this.
(Best thing about this photo: Footwear.)
“Hey, I have an idea!” Tor Edvin suddenly exclaimed. “There’s a whole room in my house full of old stuff my dad has saved from our family’s past generations. Want to go find a bunch of old clothes from the sixties, dress up, and have a photoshoot?”
Well, who could resist that? The chances that someone besides myself was actually suggesting something of the sort was near miraculous. I drank coffee and Tor Edvin transformed his bedroom into a wardrobe of legendary proportions, full of amazing articles of clothing dating all the way back to the forties. And so it was that we transformed from this:
Thus began the most hysterical, hyper, continuous and ongoing fit of laughter I have had in my adult life. (This is probably because we were acting like children while overdosing on coffee and sugar). For reasons entirely unknown, Tor Edvin could not stop exclaiming “HOLY HELL!” at every possible opportunity, which was so hilarious and out of place in the context of our Norwegian conversation that it brought us to near tears of laughter every time. Oh my god, how we laughed.
The picture above is especially great in contrast with this one, taken five years earlier:
Some things never change. But that’s just a side note, because then the best thing ever happened: we changed outfits! Going for a bit more of an “edgy” look, we transformed, gloriously, to this:
No, it never occurred to us that one does not typically operate firearms with mittens on.
As the sky grew darker, we realized it was time to drive to Ballangen, the closest town, to buy groceries. Still totally hyper and having way too much fun, we decided to impress the Ballangen locals with our inspiring sense of vintage fashion, and remain in costume. While in many places in the world, dressing a little creatively is wholeheartedly embraced, I think it suffices to say that in a very small and rural town in arctic Norway, this is generally not the case. Off we went.
Well, more coffee and sugar first, of course. All I can see in this photo is the cat in the background.
The colors of the lunch meat aisle were remarkably reminiscent of a rainbow. Still absolutely, ridiculously hyper, we continued photographing in the grocery store.
Tor Edvin welcomes you to the bread section. Welcome to Norway.
Oh, how people stared. That we should dare to venture in public in somewhat unconventional dress! Small children began to follow me nervously throughout the store. I smiled and waved. But we didn’t care! We were having the time of our lives!
Thus concludes one of the funniest days of my life. For some reason, exhausted as we were, we managed to stay up until the middle of the night talking and eating potato chips, still laughing. Finally, we turned off the lights and tried to go to sleep. The last thing I heard before drifting off was Tor Edvin mumbling “Holy hell…” from across the room, followed by delirious laughter. It was that kind of day. A legendary day.