Perched on the Wild Edge of the World

20170313_173912.jpgIn Norway’s historic Lofoten Archipelago village of Nusfjord, strips of codfish strung on poles near the harbor flap in the arctic wind like prayer flags.

Here in the islands, cod caught during the run from the arctic’s Barents Sea to Lofoten spawning areas in late winter is still cold-air cured for “stockfish” in the old way, on long wooden racks out in the open, as it’s been done for more than a thousand years.

And despite the fact that tourists can now sleep in the traditional red cottages called Rorbu, meaning “little house” and commissioned by King Øystein in 1120 as lodging for Lofoten’s fisherman, the cod fishery is alive and well. Now tourism and traditions go hand-in-hand with restaurants like Hamnøy’s Krambua serving expertly prepared regional seafood paired with other fresh, seasonal, local ingredients.20170312_175837.jpg

This week, I’ve been lodged in a Rorbu in Hamnøy and in a rustic cabin in northern Lofoten called Sandsletta Camping, a third-generation property and Lofoten’s situated along a small fjord. The feeling throughout the archipelago (geographically located above the Arctic Circle) of being immersed in tradition and old world culture, yet perched precariously on the wild edge of the world, is as powerful as the arctic wind, towering mountains, and swirling auroras.

I already know that I won’t want to leave….and that I will return.





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