With brand new gear, little to no experience. We ventured into the hills of Oppdal. As we got brand new gear, we also go no budget. Hiding in the forest around Oppdal, and posting from the Cafe network ( Glamorous life ) To start big and work our way down is our best known strategy. So we stepped right on Kongsvollfossen. One of the classics.
After getting done with the approach in some what one hour. We Soloed up to the first WI3 pitch. Managed to find some rock under all that ice to blunt down the axes, and to bomb the belayer in ice!
took us something like 4 hours to get up, but no glisade down made it a total of 6 hours car-car. Looking forward to see the same route, with different ice.
Working in Iceland do have some perks. One of them is to fill your SD card with Icelandporn. Trying to avoid this. I made a series of photos that is not focusing on the amazing landscapes. Leaving those to.... someone who cares!
So this is like, a glimpse into Mountainguides every day life. A small selection at least. There is a lot of love out here, different from any other workplace. This is what makes great guides, even better.
We don't make many good choices. But we made one good one. We were going to stay in Innerdalen for a good week. Giving us time to get sorted, and adapt to conditions. Next out was less of a obvious choice.
So, learning from the fuck up from Tårenet. We were out the door around 05.00. D. Beach was a literal zombie on skis. We left most of our climbing gear, half our lunch. And only packed cold coffe.
At some point this spring all the planets aligned, weather seemed good. And we headed up in the mythical area, known by many names; big-scary, the longest approach, Mecca or simply paradise. By locals its called Innerdalen...
So the walk in there with all the gear was hell. And all we had to look forward to was getting dinner and relaxing. Only that D. Beach was coming after Me, Kyrre and Gluten. With the key for the cabin from Molde-town. Slowly realizing that we must be 4 hours before D. Beach. We were cold and hungry and there was no end to the suffering. I took the task as a lockpicker and got us in there with cunning skill.
Innerdals tårnet ended in bail, bail from the original plan. And bailed from the summit. Bailed from sunscreen. Got some half descent snow on our way down, and a new perspective on time spent walking in chest deep snow up a 45* couloir.
Winter is creeping closer, Iceland pornography keeps streaming. Switching into winter mode. Axes have been sharpened. And all the beer consumed over a summer of guiding is going to get punished in the early season. For now, it seems to be survivable not to work over the winter. But only time will show, the next mission will be in Trollheimen Region.
Time to get out there and rip it up !
living the glamorous life as a guide, with low-to-no rent! And a obsession for the cold