Norway

A Winter Trip warm-up, but there was nothing ‘warm’ about it.

This week we went on a basic winter trip– our first of the season. The stips organized this three day trip in order to introduce us to what a typical winter trip will be like. You could call it a warm up, but as I said, there was nothing warm about it. Temperatures were around -16 degrees Celcius– that, combined with the moisture of this part of Norway, equals COLD.

I'm ready

We began by hoisting our oversized backpacks on our backs, while keeping balance with skis on our feet. After a short two hours we reached our base-camp destination.

Once at our destination, it was time to start making it an actual base-camp. We began by making a ‘snøklokka’ which is some type of snow structure (we later slept in.) The next task was to stamp, (stomp… tramp… I don’t know the technical term,) down the snow in the tent area. THIS TOOK FOREVER. After a while I decided to count the amount of steps the area was lengthwise: nearly 600 steps. If I do some rough math, that means we did at least 5,000 side steps, (counting each foot, but still.) When we were finally done flattening the area, we set up our tents.

This was the kind of weather that required movement in order to stay warm. As soon as I stood or sat still for more than 4 minutes, my toes and hands froze. While waiting for our evening meeting to begin I thought my toes were going to fall off. They were so cold, and hurt so badly. The meeting began with a 2 minute silence. Sigrid suggested looking up at the beautiful stars, or at the flickering flames of the fire. I began looking up and the clear sky. ‘Wow, the stars are so beautiful’ I thought, but it wasn’t enough to stop me from thinking, ‘Wow, my toes are actually going to fall off.” So, I redirected my vision down to the fire. I posed the question, ‘would it be more painful to be standing on that fire, than it is right now with my frozen toes?’ I tried to convince myself it would be, but I wasn’t quite sure.

Cold night

I woke up the next morning to a frozen sleeping bag, frozen shoes, frozen food, frozen water, and basically frozen bones. But regardless, it was time to ski! Around 12:00, we stopped to make lunch. We broke into groups and made snow holes in order to shelter ourselves from the wind and bitter temps.

The second night was not as bad. Although everything was still frozen, my spirits were higher. We slept in the snow, which was a thousand times better than the tent.

Despite the cold temps, the one thing that never failed to put a smile on my face was the sky. We had beautiful blue skies the last two days. My fingers froze in the process, (I really need to get some photography friendly gloves,) but I managed to capture our beautiful surroundings.

I have to say, I was rejoicing as we reached our busses and piled in to head home. The sun was shining, making everything look beautiful, (which is why I just had to capture Marte’s eyes.)

I learned a lot about living outside in the winter, so hopefully I will be better prepared next time. Stay tuned to find out!

*All photographs taken with Olympus Tough TG-2*

Skiing in Hemsedal: only ONE near-death experience.

I spent this past week learning how to ski at one of Norway’s best ski centers in Hemsedal Norway.

Now I have to make it down

After three days of instruction from Lars Anders, I am nearly an expert. (That’s definitely a joke, I still have a lot to learn.) Regardless, I made a lot of progress. After managing to stay right-side-up the first day I made a vow to take more risks (a.k.a. fall) the next day. I ended up only falling once, and it wasn’t even a noteworthy fall.

Lars Anders.. best instructor eva

On Thursday Lars Anders took us off-track for some real mountain skiing. That was a blast. I originally thought it was going to be difficult to avoid the many trees, but I managed just fine. The snow was all powder which was amazing, but it also had its faults. Listen to this story:

When I moved off the slopes and into the woods I suddenly became a speed demon. (I do not know why, it just happened.) Because I liked to build up speed I didn’t always follow the same route as the person in front of me. I ended up about 4 or 5 meters higher than everyone else and knew I had to get down before reaching a cliff or something. I turned to my right down the steep drop in order to level with Lars Anders and the group. In the process I managed to get myself in an almost-horrible situation.

The girls had returned to the slopes and Lars Anders and the guys were farther down so I was out of sight. No one could see me straddling a huge seemingly never-ending hole. When I tried to move away from the hole the powdery snow I was standing on fell in, making the hole bigger and bigger. I knew that if I fell into the hole I wouldn’t be able to get out– but I refused to go down in such an anticlimactic way: slowly falling into a hole. I (carefully) managed to flip myself on my stomach so that I could wiggle away without having more snow cave into the hole. Once I was a safe meter away from the hole, I stood up, brushed myself off, took a deep breath, and continued down. Despite my hold up, I still made it out of the woods and back on the slope before some of the boys. What did I say… speed demon.

I never told Lars Anders about my almost-horrible situation, because he probably would have freaked out. And everyone who is reading this now, freaking out, (my family,) don’t worry, I survived.

*Sorry for the lack of pictures on this post, my hands rarely wanted to leave the comfort and warmth of my mittens. (All photographs taken with Olympus Tough TG-2)*

I can now check ‘Ice Climbing’ off my list…

This Sunday we woke up at 4:30am, stumbled into the car, and left for our trip bright and early, (except not bright because does the sun every rise?) We are spending the week in Hemsedal Norway, a beautiful (and COLD) place. My class spent the first two days in Hemsedal ice climbing–yes, climbing ice.

'chill og dig'

The area we climbed in was beautiful– a true winter wonderland.

The -16 degree snowy weather made staying warm difficult. However, I occasionally exposed my hands to the harsh weather in order to snap some photos.

This time, instead of climbing into glacier crevices, we climbed on frozen waterfalls. I can’t say ice climbing is my favorite kind of climbing, but it was pretty neat.

Stay tuned for more from my week in Hemsedal.

P.S. This post was for you Michael Stratton. Jealous?