Journal entry by Joanne Negstad — Aug 8, 2018
On an end table in the Little House on the Prairie, there is a framed picture showing us, Joanne and Al, in the lounge of a Hurtigruten Ship, the mail boat that plies the Norwegian Coast. Joanne's in the foreground in a grey sweatshirt, her hand to her chin, looking off into the distance. Slightly behind her I'm looking past her. It was June, 1993, a particularly turbulent time in my job and this trip was a wonderful respite.
From Oslo we took the train to Bodo, north of the Arctic Circle and the end of the train line. From Bodo we took a bus to Tromso. It was June so the time of the midnight sun. After spending a few days in Tromso we boarded ship for the trip down the coast. Many times we were able to disembark and visit the towns and cities. We were aboard on June 21, and saw the bonfires on the shore marking the summer solstice.
We left the ship at Christiansund, the next stop after Trondheim, across the fjord from the island of Averoy, where Grandfather Lars Negstad was born. There we stayed with my second cousin on the farm where Lars was born.
Hopes of repeating that Hurtigruten trip together are now lost. We often spoke of doing it again, but........
Blessings,
Al
From Oslo we took the train to Bodo, north of the Arctic Circle and the end of the train line. From Bodo we took a bus to Tromso. It was June so the time of the midnight sun. After spending a few days in Tromso we boarded ship for the trip down the coast. Many times we were able to disembark and visit the towns and cities. We were aboard on June 21, and saw the bonfires on the shore marking the summer solstice.
We left the ship at Christiansund, the next stop after Trondheim, across the fjord from the island of Averoy, where Grandfather Lars Negstad was born. There we stayed with my second cousin on the farm where Lars was born.
Hopes of repeating that Hurtigruten trip together are now lost. We often spoke of doing it again, but........
Blessings,
Al
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