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I’m traveling on a different kind of quest this summer. To Norway to find…me? India and Greenland were physical challenges. Russia and South Africa literary, historical, and artistic adventures. Vietnam last year and Norway this year feel more like major life searches. In the case of Vietnam to see with my own eyes (and to offer mostly unspoken apologies) a place we Americans nearly destroyed in the name of false pride. In… Read More

On MY summer vacation I will be… sailing through the Arctic Ocean, immersed in the majestic polar landscape with wind in the sails and the sleepy sounds of a creaking wooden ship? Just around the corner from the North Pole lies the special gathering of Arctic islands – the Svalbard Archipelago. The only way to move around these icy islands in summer is by sea – just like the ancient explorers did…. Read More

(This set of posts comprise an addendum for Time and Place 2015-16, accounting for previous travels and events.)  The Scandinavian countries of Norway, Sweden, Denmark and Finland host a spectacular dance festival (Ice Hot Nordic Dance Platform) every winter, highlighting contemporary dance that is uniquely Nordic. Both the festivals pictured below took place in the winter although I’m not sure the Norwegian one that Kristine Maltrud and I attended was part of… Read More

Home means very different things to different people. Now that’s a trite statement if ever there was one—but important to say before I launch into what that seemingly innocuous but really heavy-laden four-letter word means to me. I’ve declared my spiritual, home as everyone who’s ever seen this blog knows, to be Neset Camping in Setesdal Valley, Norway. My birth and forever-after—my history and geography—Northern Minnesota. My son Steven went up to… Read More

It’s true there is an earlier post with photos of this same route on this same day. It would make sense to delete this one I suppose but I few photos may be different and it is extraordinarily beautiful. So I guess it’s a keeper-post. Hope you’ll enjoy it a second time. Surely there’s no greater possibilities for a scenic road trip than in Norway…so Teresa and I took one…and I so… Read More

I met Sissel Neset last year for a most enjoyable evening at Frogner Sculpture Park in Oslo. Sissel’s in her 20s, an accomplished horsewoman, a teacher, a clever and vivacious young Norwegian, and pure fun to be around. This year was the best treat of all…Teresa and Sissel got to meet and hang out together, instantly bonding in what hopefully will be a life-long friendship AND Teresa and I got to meet… Read More

On my first visit to Norway in 1985, I met Gurine, Arne and Knut’s sister. She was the widow of Professor (I hope that’s correct?) Tallak Froysnes, living in a pleasant bookish home in Kristiansand. I liked her so much, feeling an almost instant camaraderie in fact. I think she may have felt something of the same because we agreed that if we only lived a little closer to each other than… Read More

ARNE NESET, MARJORIE NESET, KNUT NESET, GURINE NESET FROYSNES, BRYNHILD (KNUT’S WIFE) IN 2005. Cousins are close enough to claim as blood relatives without feeling you must account for them in the same way as your parents or siblings or children. In a way second and third and fourth cousins are better than first cousins because you can still claim kinship but they’re just distant enough so if you choose to think… Read More

I’ve saved the pleasure of writing about Norwegian friends and relatives as the wrap-up posts for this summer’s journey. Greenland was life-changing and London was brilliant but Norway, well maybe I can say Norway is where my heart resides, at least the portions that don’t hang out in Minnesota or roam about to the many places I love all over the world. With each visit to Norway, I feel closer to my… Read More

I took this extra day off to deal with re-entry into the real life of Albuquerque and a dusty apartment and a job and the sun. I am trying…or will be right after a nap. Teresa flew on to San Diego early this am and I’m gazing at the shambles of open suitcases, spent water bottles, and accumulated mail. Teresa and I returned last night from four weeks of perfect travel time—almost… Read More