The ridge from Smallidalstind

The wind increased during the night and early morning. I woke up several times around 4 and 5 and checked my tent. Some of the rocks were apparently too small and some of the tent cords came loose. When I came out last time I could hardly hold on to the tent and it was scratching on the rock. Ole came out of his tent and helped me get it down and take out my stuff. So this was an early and brutal start. There was an old concrete dugout where we put most of our stuff after we had breakfast. Then we were heading up towards Smallidalsmulen. Up on the ridge we could look down at another valley and continued up to Smallidalstind. From there we followed the ridge towards Trolldalstind. This was a wonderful hike and the weather was perfect. This hike took 9 hours from camp and back. We found another place for our tents when we came down again. And I realized that I had a million holes in the bottom of my tent from the sharp rock. I have no idea how many tiny holes but I had to use at least 23 pieces of tape...