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.
TBC
TBC