At the heart of the polar night I head out on to the fells skiing – or so I tought. It turned out that finding snow to ski on was to be a challenge. After an hour of skiing it became imminent that it would be smart to turn back. There was so little snow up on the fells that it wasn’t enough to cover even the smallest rocks from scratching the skis. Breaking a ski or two in slopes was just a matter of time. Plan B it was.
And what a plan that turned out to be! Besides the already mentioned excellent fell cuisine there was lots of snow (well mostly flying vertically in air), tons of wind, an abundance of darkness and a low cloud ceiling 😀 20 hours of darkness might sound terrifying but what if you replace darkness with dimness? Out on the treeless tundra white snow cover is all over and reflects any light that is out there. If it ain’t totally cloudy and snowing it becomes possible to see some and do basic navigating. With the help of the moon it is easy to ski all night long.
Damn I love the wind, the snow and the colors of tundra. And good food 😀
Go big or go home!