It has been two weeks since Ralf rolled into Tromsø. Only two weeks? I feel like we’ve been here much longer, perhaps because I know that we’re not just here on vacation. We are here to stay. Just saying that feels weird. We are here to stay. We have until snow falls to explore the trails in Troms, and when it does we have until it melts to explore the mountains on our skis.
That is just insane.
So far, our tires have only scratched a tiny fraction of the surface in the more or less proximity to our backyard. I feel as if I’ve spent quite a lot of time lying on the sofa reading and looking at the clouds and light changing over the bay.
But with a sun that never sets behind those clouds, there is still plenty of time to scratch that tiny fraction. And a tiny fraction of more than a lifetime worth of mountains is still quite something to scratch.
I can’t say that we have struck gold every time we’ve been out exploring. We’ve encountered grumpy old men blocking the entry to the trail and nasty flies blocking our sight.
We found trails that were massacred by four-wheelers, trails that were steep-enough-to-shit-yourself and more than once, just non-exisiting trails.
But at the end of the day, we have so far almost always found a view and a trail that gave us a substantial sugar (or adrenaline) rush.
Big thanks to Gustav, Stian, Linnea and Kjetil for showing us the good stuff and for exploring both less and more good stuff with us.
Btw, I thought that living in the Arctic meant living without beer and warmth. I was wrong. Apparently, it can be really warm and nice in the Arctic (at least for a few days), and apparently my willingness to pay for beer is very (very) high (who would have guessed).