had a hike today, it was long. And the goal was this hill inside the country, getting sort of remote. Done a few of these now, and it gets old walking around alone. Specially as your margin of error is none existent. Moving in low angle terrain, minding surrounding terrain. Just like a rabbit out of its hole. Slowly getting antsy about standing around the buffè starving.
Its winter, and so I long for summer. Or at least some exposure ! I miss pressing the side of the foot on small ledges, and the smell of chalk, and dry moss. Even miss playing in the super steep sections on rainy days. I also miss the feeling of looking between your legs, realizing you are actually pretty run out.
A arms length away from the great classics of Jotunheimen, you will find Eidsbugarden Hotell. This is probably the first of many post from this mountain hideaway, at the foot of giants. The Big alpine objectives seems to be close, but yet so far away. But with some time, I'll figure out the corners that need cutting !
Sometimes you find yourself in the luxury that you are producing, more (photo) material than you can put out ! Winter is most definitely one of those times. No matter were you turn there is a new project and a new adventure.
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The Lemming
living the glamorous life as a guide, with low-to-no rent! And a obsession for the cold Archives
November 2016
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