This was
the tenth trip to Friisvegen, which I have made every year since 2006 with the
exception of 2007.
It also was
the most strenuous, for several reasons.
I woke up
at 5 AM 18 March, was in my car at 6.00, arrived at 10. 30. After a meal and
having packed the sled and my backpack I started the tough climb along the
Friisvegen road and up on the mountain. It was cold and windy.
I used the
Madshus Intelligrip Skin under my skis for traction, but they kept falling off,
so I had to use the fishbone technique more than usual, which is tiresome. Also
I noticed that my muscle strength had been reduced since last year. Skiing
conditions were quite good, so I am convinced that if there had been deep, wet
and heavy snow as in previous years, I would not have made it at all. When I
arrived at the camp side, the wind stopped and it was easy to erect the tent,
finished at 6 PM. Then I was so exhausted that I just ate a ready made dinner
and crept into my sleeping bag.
Before
going to sleep, I wanted to check my mobile phone. I could not find it, so I
started a frantic search for it both inside and outside the tent.
Unsuccessfully, so I thought it must have fallen out of the breast pocket of my
backpack during my trip from the parking place.
The
temperature during the night was between 15 and 20 centigrades. I was seized by
cramps both in my thighs and legs, which was quite painful. When I got out of
the tent in the morning, I found it partially covered by snow. After breakfast
I wondered if I was too tired to return to the car to pick up the rest of the
food and equipment, but I decided to try. When I arrived at the parking space,
I was really lucky, because there was Thore Lie, my contact who prepares the
ski tracks using his snow scooter, along with his wife Berit. He let me use his
mobile phone to call my sister Aud to report that everything was fine, except
for the fact that I had lost my phone. While I was talking with Thore I
suddenly discovered the phone on the outside of the windshield of my car. I was
quite relieved, because the phone is quite important, both in order to stay in
touch with the external world, but also to be able to check the weather
forecast.
When I told
Thore about my efforts to pull the sled to the camp site, he offered to do it
with the help of his wife’s two dogs. An offer too good to decline. It was
incredible luxury to be able to return with just a small backpack. But even
without the sled I found it quite hard to return to the campsite. I hereby
solemnly declare my eternal gratitude to Thore and his wife for doing me this favor.
It was
quite windy in during the following days. Not so pleasant to go for trips in
ten centigrades below with heavy wind, even when it was sunny. The whole
excursion became somewhat amputated because the strong wind prevented me from
climbing to the summits. Nevertheless I made trips every day in lower terrain.
I was quite
comfortable in my tent, with a lot of good food and drink (I.a. beer and
cognac.) Tenderloin with béarnaise sauce on Saturday evening. I listened a lot
to radio and to audiobooks on my iPad. The most recent one was the endless “Commander-in-Chief”
by Tom Clancy.
During the
night between Saturday and Sunday there was a rough storm. It had been
announced by the forecast, and I had tried to prepare by heightening the
protective wall of snow blocks. At 4 AM. I heard a bang, and the tent collapsed
over me. The wind was so strong that the tent pressed me hard against the
ground. I slowly managed to haul myself into the awning with the mat under me
and the sleeping bag around me. There I managed to relax until daylight
arrived. When I got out of the tent in the morning I found a broken rod outside
the tent and that the protective wall had collapsed because of the strong wind
and the sudden change to mild weather, which had melted the snow. I managed to
repair the rod because I had an extra rod section. But the center rod had also
been deformed, so that the tent had become lower. The rods were heavy duty 10
mm diameter, so this says something about the strength of the wind. This
excellent tent, Hilleberg Nammatj GT, I had used for many years and it was
quite worn. I had worried that it was the fabric that would tear. If that had
happened, things would have been more problematic.
The forecast
was for more strong wind. This and the problem with the tent motivated me to
return home the same Sunday. The packing was quite laborious and time
consuming, so I could not start the return until 3 PM. White I was packing the
weather got mild, calm and sunny, so this was fortunate. But when I got a big
backpack on with the sled, the wind returned with a vengeance. I had the wind
from the west in my back, but I struggled to remain upright. Luckily the wet
snow slowed down the sled so that I could retain control during the steep
downhill.
It looks that this trip was the swan song of my trips to Friisvegen. It is not so easy to accept that age takes its toll and I say to myself that it cannot be right that a 76-old man should struggle so much. The thought that this probably was the last one is a bit sad, for I have enjoyed every one, despite the hardships.
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| After the first night |
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| After the second night |
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| The Remdal cabins |
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| View on the Åsdal valley |
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| The mountain farm Geitsæter |
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| Geitsæter |
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| View on the Remdal cabins |
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| View on the campsite |
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| Finally back to the parking space |









Life begins outside the confort zone. Thanks for reminding me!
SvarSlett