After my last exam on Saturday, Dad and I headed for the mountains, looking to get one more good ski day in. In Norway, there is always snow - you just have to look high enough. Be the (almost) locals that we are, we drove 4 hours south and west to Trollstigen, a paved mountain pass that tops out at 850 meters. This is plenty high enough to still have good snow at this time of year. We generally do a ski trip up a mountain from Trollstigen every year, and usually it looks like this:
This year it looked like this:
|The skis: all dress up and no where to go. As you can see, there was no lack of snow.|
Although the weather forecast mentioned clouds, it completely failed to predict the height of the clouds. Mountains: 1; Molly and Dad: 0. We started to follow some ski tracks up towards Breitind, our original goal for the day, but the fog was so relentlessly thick that we turned fairly quickly.
|This river is cool looking. I wouldn't recommend swimming in it, however.|
|Dad: superstoked to be out hiking.|
|Åndalsnes and the fjord|
|Topping out on Nesaksla.|
And now, for something completely different.
Since Sunday I've packed up all of my stuff, moved most of it to my parent's house, and moved some of it to Oslo where I'll be for the next six weeks. This is the fourth time I've move in the last three years, and every time I am equally shocked at the amount of stuff I own. This always makes me go on an antimaterialistic raid, in which I attempt to 'get rid of all of my stuff'. This time I gave 12 bags of clothes to Fretex (the Salvation Army), which is pretty good. I still ended up taking the train looking like this:
|Loaded down: this is totally as heavy as it looks.|
- the Wild Bazilchuk