A friend of mine always told me that beavers were best left alone. Personally I find that very hard to do, as it in My view is some sweet tender meat. Either way its always nice hearing the beaver sing in the woods. Last big adventure was a ride to oppdal, to honour my brothers last weeks of freedom, it involved Hurrungane, Snøhetta, a very cute hitchhiker, and possibly some trespassing. Of what I now am kinda uncertain. Either way, the beaver did fry. And I felt it was to long since last post. So I decided to do the responsible thing and post (... ) something. A somewhat more coherent post will appear shortly, with more of the sweet adventure life in the worlds second longest fjord, and random encounters of peace love and buns | |
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The Lemming
living the glamorous life as a guide, with low-to-no rent! And a obsession for the cold Archives
November 2016
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