“Where’s my moose?!?” an otherwise calm, German woman once shouted into the forest on a pilgrimage I was guiding. We’ve been looking for the moose for days, but found nothing but old droppings. It keeps it’s distance and hides during the day, when most pilgrims are out walking. The moose is the one animal I…
90 metres above the road lies a strange, 100-years old bulding. This is Bokkhuset, part of the Værdalske fortifications. I’ve written about this special place before, and the dream of using it as a pilgrim shelter became real very fast. After having everyone involved agreeing this was a good idea, I let myself loose. After…
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