Ylva på villspor i tåken

I'm truly inspired by the latest programs with Lars Monsen (famous norwegian adventurer), where he is blindfolded and left off by helicopter somewhere in the wilderness with just a part of a map to the next point. And he never knows what's in his backpack in advance. Tent or tarp. Once he got only 3 crackers to begin with...I think that was hard. But usually he catches fish.

Anyway this weekend did not go according to plans. I was hoping for the last chance of a winter ascent of Ulvstinden but Andreas got sick, another friend is out of town and one needs fixing the house. Gyda wanted to do something but it took 4 hours before she replied and then I was already on my way. I packed my bike with mountain boots, crampons and my ice axes. But I left pretty late and it took longer than I expected until my arrival at Selfjorden. I had something to eat then left my stuff in the wind shelter and went to look at the first part. Luckily it seemed like there was no need for rope and I went up the gorge just to have a look but the fog was really dense and I could see nothing, I also heard a rockslide and didn't bring a helmet so I went down to my camp. Next morning it was raining again and the fog was as thick as ever. So I just had breakfast and packed my stuff together. I had a break at Fredvang, after this no break until Offersøy where I needed some more energy. Sunday I was back home at 2 pm on Ballstadøya.

Great to know I am here!

Fish in the fog.

Bridge to Fredvang.

My cozy camp.

Selfjorden.

Fresh water just outside camp.

Time for chocolate!

Fredvang harbour. 

Just passed Kilan. 

The very red house before Nappskaret.