We Met on a Mountain
The engines roared as they pushed up the mountain over the snow. They slowed as we came closer and said 'hej'. Rolling cigarettes the minute we stopped. Not phased by the cold that otherwise shot intense pain through my hands - giving me a momentary arthritis. Both dressed in the newest gear, with matchings hats. They were heading to a hut on the mountain for the weekend. No electricity - just a fire, whisky, and cigarettes. And peace and quiet. Not a lot of glamour, quite a lot of luxury. They were grounded, cool and calm. Suggested locations to see the lights further up North, and smiled. The word 'content' flitters into my thoughts while I write this, trying to describe the impression I got of these two Norwegians I met on a mountain.
"Can I take a photo?"
"Sure."
On the way down, hanging on the back of a snowmobile, he said.. "You should have taken a photo with her in the front. She was riding the best snow mobile, 70 horse power..."
Cool, calm and content. The Two Norwegians I Met on a Mountain.