Hiking up Skottinden

Our second day in Leknes began like most days, with bread, coffee, and laughs. While Vigdis was hard at work, Margit, Maria, and I walked to Leknessjøen (Leknes Lake) in complete awe of our surroundings. With every turn we were faced with a new landscape just as jaw-dropping as the last. We were reminded of just how small Leknes really is when we ran into the lady Maria and I hitch-hiked with the day before. After tanning (like Norwegians) by the lake, we headed back to prepare dinner.

Vigdis returned from work just in time for dinner. After loading up on food and coffee, we set out on our first hike up Skottinden. As you can see below, Skottinden is a steep mountain with unique shape that stands out from the landscape.


As we began our trip to the summit, I realized my legs weren’t quite as strong as they used to be.

I had trouble keeping up with the Norwegian mountain-goddesses… but I am going to blame it on the constant amazing views.

We carefully maneuvered past a hole of unknown depth, (that took the life of a woman back in 1994,) in order to reach the summit. As if the views during the hike weren’t jaw-dropping enough, the view from the top was spectacular.

We somehow managed to find enough room up there to dance, skip, and practice our headstands before heading back down the mountain.


Lofoten Norway: Day One


Lofoten is a stunning archipelago off of the northern coast of Norway. Maria, Margit and I made the trip to Leknes (an island near the southern tip of Lofoten) to visit our crazy cool Northern-Norwegian friend, Vigdis.

Boarding the plane!

Maria and I landed at the Leknes airport in the late morning. I use the word “airport” loosely because the runway is about the size of an american suburban driveway and the luggage belt is the size of a grocery store checkout counter.

Margit and Vigdis were due to arrive later that night so Maria and I had some time to kill. After hitching a ride into the center of town, we decided to explore. 6 minutes later, we deemed the town: explored. leknes3

While pondering what to do, we spotted a store that had a “Tourist Info” sign in the window. There was a guy (about our age) who was immediately eager to help us. We asked him for suggestions on what to do with the 5 hours we had left on our own. His response was basically: “Oh, you want to do something? You should probably go to the next town, Gravdal.”

Fast forward a few hours and we discover that the hospital is Gravdal’s greatest attraction. We decided to head back to Leknes and wait for our funny friends to arrive. Cups and cones of softis, (soft-serve ice cream, but 100% yummier), made the time fly by!

Maps… They help.

A few Sundays ago I went on another trip with hiking club. It was an easy day hike up to Lake Haiyaha in Rocky National Park.

The day was pleasant, but I can’t help but compare these adventures with those from last year. The biggest thing that stood out to me was that no one had a map. Even the trip leaders seemed to be confused as to where we were supposed to go. Obviously, we spent some time ‘lost.’ For those of us without snowshoes, trekking through the deep snow off trail was a workout. I think I enjoyed it more than others. I began to think Lake Haiyaha would be the next Bergamo…(for those who get it, get it.) Don’t get me wrong– the day was still fun, and getting lost was just part of the adventure. Maybe I wasn’t feeling the adventure that day, but I just couldn’t get over how strange (and semi-irresponsible) it was to be map and compass-less.

Alas, we eventually found our way to the lake and were greeted with ferocious cutting winds. It was bitter cold, but that didn’t stop me from removing my hands from my mittens in order to set up the GoPro for a group pic.

Thanks to Alec and his Strava app, we have our GPS route recorded from the morning hike.

Overall, a nice day.

A Sunrise Hike

The other weekend Gil and I braved the cold and awoke before sunrise. We made our way to Chautauqua, at the base of the flatirons, and proceeded to work our way up.

The hike was gratifying, despite bumping my head on a rock and developing a bump the size of a golf ball.

The view was quite worth it. Wedged between two rocks, we ate our cheese sticks and peanuts and soaked up the sun before heading back down.

After making it off the mountain, Gil and I went to the Farmer’s Market and got some delicious (and over-priced) breakfast before returning to campus and crashing in bed. It was a wonderful last morning hike before the snow came and covered everything in white!