Three days, eleven members and the first real snowfall of the season. Notes from the cabin book.
Friday. Walked in from the road in sleet. The stove at Breidablikk takes two logs to wake up and then never sleeps. Lentil soup for eleven.
Saturday. Woke to ten centimetres of fresh snow and total silence. We walked the short loop to the tarn and saw fox tracks all the way. Cards and cocoa until midnight.
Sunday. Blue sky. Swept the steps, filled the woodbox, signed the cabin book. Three of us booked the Christmas weekend before we reached the car.