Friday, April 8, 2011
If you can't climb it, why not swim beneath it? We searched a considerable number of fjords for the perfect spot, and I think we found it.
Pretty, but not for swimming.
Pretty, but not for swimming.
Today is going to be a tour day. And a swim day, we hope. The criteria is we need to find a perfect spot - dive spot for me and wade in spot for Jules. I've got my swimmers on already. Fish pie has already been prepared for tonight. I'll see if I can sneak in a climb, but that's going to be tricky - we need to go high (away from swim spot potentials) and really, things need time to cool again. Hopefully, we'll get a last route in tomorrow.
But it's gone well so far - I've had a lovely coffee morning with Pearl while Jules baked.
When things fall on your head it's no longer a sign. It's day thirteen, a day when we tried very, very hard to get to ice. We got to it, but not on it. Today was 'move day', when we'd decided on a little nip up a relatively accessible route before heading over to Senja. But Heinrikkfossen was glittering. Okay, it wasn't glittering, but it faces north, starts pretty high, and looked lovely.
So up we stumbled. A vast amount of snow has gone on this slope. But it was still pretty deep in places, almost as deep as the moss.
Back on track for the day, we bundled into the car and started heading to Senja. Except I had a different plan. There are five ice lines not too far from Bardufoss, down the Iselvdalen valley, off Kirkesdalen. So, a few hours later we were at the end of a dirt track. I spoke to a farmer in his tractor, and although he spoke no English I could understand perfectly that he was telling me that the ice lines were falling down, it's hot, they are falling down, etc. We went for a 'look' (= Jules went for a look, I went for other reasons).
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
One hundred and fifty-eight is the number of visits to the blog from Norway, Sweden & Finland!
Today Jules and I finally climbed in Spansdalen, the ice valley of ice valleys. It was quite warm and it did rain a bit, but the views were pretty and the ice was good. We did two lovely routes on the north side of the road. There was evidence (evidence sounds subtle, which this was not) of avalanches and thawing crossing the road and down other gullies.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
What a day. Once again, I'm sat on the cafe's porch come balcony. The sky is clear again and the stars are coming out, which given the overcast forecast I'm especially grateful for. Today has been rediculously beautiful. We decided to cross the boarder into Sweden for a few degrees cooler, no rain, and the extravagance of it.
We found some good routes and after a coffee in the glorious snowy sunshine at a mountain lodge we headed back to our favorite route. After that we felt pretty pleased and the weather became so much better than the forecast. On our way home we went to a bridge to get the view of the sinking sun over all the white landscape. From there we spotted some amazing icelines dropping into the fjord. we found a little road that led round the opposite side of the fjord. I even found a man who seemed genuinely sad that he couldn't lend me one of his boats to access the routes (they were in some far off place). we drove on and when I'd found a place to turn so that we could finally head home, there was a beautious flow of ice overlooking the fjord. Poor Jules hadn't a chance. He was ready for home, half starved just about. But I had my crampons on and wasn't about to leave. The route was quick and perfect for an evening jaunt.
Home time (Jules has now been fed and watered. None were harmed during the making of our perfect day).
Mmmm, lovely, big coffee outside in the sunshione in a little Mountain Lodge.