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.