After two weeks of sitting on my ass (first because of the flu, then the AVI conference, and finally because of the flu again), my body was screaming for activity on Friday. As everyone in the vicinity unfortunately get to experience, all sitting on the butt and no play makes me a very grumpy and irritable hen. To top it off, my fantastic body decided to treat me with a urine infection on Friday night. But then Saturday morning broke, and with it, no sun but a temperature of around zero and some fresh snow on the mountain tops. With my wretched body on the one hand, Martin’s on the other and very little daylight to play with, big adventures wasn’t on the menu. We decided that Tverfjellet was just about at much as we could handle for the day.
As we passed by Kaldfjord on the way out to Kattfjordseidet, I glanced at the grey water in the fjord. Any whales out today? You bet.
Tverfjellet is the small mountain on Kvaløya that offered us some kick ass mountainbike riding this summer. Now, it offered me the perfect place to get a very gentle introduction to the Troms backcountry in wintertime. Snow conditions varied from dust on crust, to dust on breakable crust, my damn right leg still protests loudly, and the light was flat as a pancake, but I couldn’t have cared less. PREMIER!! WHITE MOUNTAINS! SKIING! YAY!!!! I was so happy that I had to do a few rabbit jumps on the way down (I also managed to do a face plant).
On Sunday, we initially had some idea that it would be fun to try some other mountain, but the snow pack is still shallow and Troms is a very rocky place (and my skis are still brand new), so we ended up going back to Tverfjellet.
I didn’t mind. The mountains won’t go anywhere, and I was quite happy (hm, wrong word, I was exhilarated) to just exist and hang out in this beyond words beautiful place.
On the way home, we drove by Kalfjord again. It was getting quite dark, and my big camera was safely asleep back home, so the following photos are blurry and grainy, but I think you get the feeling standing on the shore and watching THIS.
Yes, I screamed out loud. Yes, I clapped my hands. Yes, I jumped a bit.
Who needs a big adventure when you live in Tromsø? Life here is a massive adventure in itself!