Colorful autumn

The first thing we encounter during Ruska is an overwhelming kaleidoscope of colours, all fighting to capture our attention. The autumn storms have transformed the recently calm skies into a patchwork of whirling leaves, as our horses carry us silently forward, almost gliding along the barely trodden trail. And all the while, the drama of the season continues.

Never before, have we experienced such clear, strong hues of red, yellow, orange and green. Nature is our partner, and true to the tradition of countless generations, we leave as few traces as possible. Hunting, too, is carried out with the same mutual respect; we take only what we need from the land, and we use what we take, no more, no less.

Darkness is knocking on the door, and winter is almost upon us. It is now or never, and we take the chance to experience the last lingering breath of the mountains in Ruska – untouched as yet by their waiting raiment of white. Finally, the storm abates and the colours fade, the longed-for calm of winter has arrived in Fjällnäs.