My body and head is all set up for summer. My toes have grown horns, my right shin screams at the bare sight of a ski boot, and my head is really ready for a vacation from avalanche terrain. I have put my skis away for the summer. I did that a month ago. But then I had to take them out again.
Because some two weeks ago, Emma Barford called me up and asked if I would like to join her for a tour on Storstolpan in the midnight sun together with Bob Comey, head of the Bridger-Teton avalanche center, and a couple of other friends.
Who could resist an offer like that?
To climb a mountain during midnight while the sun is still hanging high up in the sky… I find it difficult to transform the feeling into words.
It is as if the midnight sun dissolve the rules of time. As if time has stopped moving. It feels as if you are moving around in a world that has stopped spinning. It is stillness. It is natural and magnificent magic.
As I walked the last few meters back to the car, I had forgotten all about my horns and my ears were deaf to the screams from my shin. I felt like doing bunny jumps and somersaults.
Thank you Emma for giving me the perfect ending of my first skiing season in Troms. It was nothing but fantastic!