Norwegian Woods's Story
There is silence deep within in the Norwegian woods. The snow quietly falls in a remote area where few human have ever stood. This is the legend of a long bearded old skier, who can be spotted there at night alone by a small fire, with the first morning light he is gone without a trace, a blanket of fresh snow always covers his supposed resting place. Travelers describe this same man who in heavy blizzards appears, without a word this red coated skier quells any fears, for whiteout conditions and heavy winds pause and clear, miraculously allowing you to see that the path is still somehow marked there. There are stories of how hikers without skis or snowshoes suddenly find gear. Tales are told of those close to frost bite finding the old man’s fire for warmth. Some speak of parallel tracks appearing on fresh falling snow, providing lost travelers with a guide to the forest’s edge without harm. All describe the same long bearded man with glittering silver skis, who lives within this land of snow and thick trees, seen by those in need during the winter freeze.