Weatherlocked feast

One of the cabins we always try to find our way back to is the Nallo hut. It is situated in a deep valley with wonderful views when weather is fine. If weather is hard, you can easily get weatherlocked. In storm the cabin will shake while weather roar as if trains are passing. Such days there is comfort in the walls.

traces left —
a wolverine was passing
on moonlit snow

This Easter a warning had been issued for the next day. I asked you: “Shall we celebrate this easter being weatherlocked?” You smiled and we left for Nallo. We arrived early in good weather and took our time chopping wood and fetching water. Preparing. And all throughout the night we the wind was growing. Growing, and the morning, all was white with whirling snow. We were a few that stayed inside that day. I read the “Heart of Darkness”, feeling blessed that this was not the jungle. When evening came we proposed that we should turn the dinner to a potluck. Each would contribute their best.

We had a box of foie gras. We cooked lamb stew that we had prepared and dehydrated. The warden baked some bread, and brought some wine. We had candy, we had mashed potato. We were 8 around the table, and we sat and talked while the winds outside were dying.

We shared an Easter dinner. We dined on stories that you only tell in cabins far from any roads, and in the morning we left for separate directions, but another year we just might meet again and tell the story of our weatherlocked feast.

mountain friendship —
dwell in the fireside stories
told among strangers

Panorama from the Nallo cabin

Today Toni hosts the haibun Monday on dVerse and she wants us to share on the best meal you have had (or one of the best). Join us when the pub opens at 3 PM EST.
March 20, 2017

23 responses to “Weatherlocked feast

  1. I grow nostalgic reading this and can taste the stew and wine, the warmth among friends and mountain lovers against the cold outside the hut in the Rockies. I’d like to ski to that place again…

  2. This is a true feast among friends. I love the two haiku in haibun. the first one with the wolverine passing as snow took my breath away. And the truth in your second haiku shines.

  3. Incredible memory–illustrated that the meal was colored by the circumstance. A fancy restaurant lacks the ambiance too often; smile.

  4. There is comfort in walls and in the people near by. The shaking of the building likely helped make the experience memorable by reminding you constantly of the weather outside.

  5. Oh this is absolutely delightful! 😀 It’s so much fun to learn about different cultures .. Easter dinner!❤️ I love how detailed your haibun is.. especially where you mention the “Heart of Darkness”, feeling blessed that this was not the jungle and “We dined on stories that you only tell in cabins far from any roads.” Beautifully executed. ❤️

    Lots of love,

  6. Sounds like a wonderful happening to me; all those friends with nothing to do but share a meal and lots of time together. Unless, the storm lasts for more than about 3 days. lol

  7. I was so jealous after reading this. I would love to have an experience such as yours. There is something so special about making due without the trappings of civilization. I think storms can be so romantic. I think back to the video of your wife skating on that pristine ice.

  8. Oh, I love your haibun with two haiku, Björn! what an experience, to be weatherlocked in a cabin in the mountains! And the taste of danger, not only from the storm but from the wolverine in the snow. must have enhanced the food.

  9. Absolutely beautiful. A rustic retreat with the wind howling, winter white, good friends, a bottle of wine, and story telling. No matter the food (although I love the candy placed next to mashed potatoes in your “listing”), this was a wonderful evening! Thanks for sharing.

  10. A beautiful write of the comfort of friends and the sharing of feasts. Lovely stuff!
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

  11. I absolutely love this! I have been blessed with a handful of these enchanted experiences over the course of my life. They evolve organically – they cannot be fabricated … usually because they involve weather that turns life into magic. A wonderful haibun.

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