Gus was silent. He stared at the fjord, gray and muscular under an October sky. Then he looked at the map. His finger traced a dotted line. An old road. A farmer’s track. It cut straight across a peninsula, shaving off thirty kilometers, but it ended at a tiny, unmarked dock.
“I want to win ,” he said.
For 68-year-old Gunnar “Gus” Lindstrom from Minnesota and his granddaughter, Lena, the race had been a brutal baptism by fire.
That night, under the aurora borealis, they didn’t talk about the race. They talked about great-grandparents, lost farms, and the meaning of the show’s title: Alt for Norge .