I'm not sure why, but I was surprised to find that the sun was up at 5:45am. It's the end of a long dark Norwegian winter, but the change back to summer hours seemed to take, like, a day.
The trouble is that the sun crossed the horizon around 6am, but that doesn't mean it got warm. Brrrrr.
So I stayed in my wonderful cozy sleeping bag until 7:30 or so, when I finally decided to get a move on. Not only was I impatient to get hiking, but I hate being the last one ready and wanted to start packing.
So up I got, into a still-slumbering camp. Like my friend Krissy, who slept out in her bivvy last night.
I walked around and investigated the surroundings (read: peed), and returned to camp, and at least one person was getting up.
Everyone else followed shortly, and a packing/breakfasting/hydrating party got underway.
I just tried to stay out of the way.
Eventually, we got underway. I had spent a bit of time trying out the skis with their skins, and let me tell you: this is going to be a long trip.
The problem is that the skis that I borrowed are incompatible with the new racing-style skins, which just go under the boot. Instead, the skins I picked up go the full length of the skis. This is absolutely wonderful for climbing up steep icy slopes, but just miserable on the flats. And downhills.
Oh well, it'll be a good workout I guess.
The sun came up, with a vengeance. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and I was thanking my stars that I'd remembered both sunglasses and sunscreen.
The day continued on like this:
We didn't see many people out there, but a few dog teams passed us, which looked awesome. I was really hoping they'd stop so I could befriend them (the dogs) but no such luck. The dogs were just loving it, and in no mood to stop.
Remember when I said the sun was up with a vengeance? It was so hot. Before this trip, I had joked with my friend Alex (seen pulling her homemade pulk) that I was going to wear my normal hiking attire: button-down and my shorts. I wore the button-down, but chickened out on the shorts.
In the later afternoon, we had a ridiculously long hard long slog to reach a cabin. We weren't staying there, but we wanted a beer and some new wax. The wax we had brought was better than nothing, but it was way too hot for it. So I picked up a tube of the stickiest wax I've only heard rumors about.
After our siesta, we headed back out for a last two-hour slog across a frozen lake to set up camp.
We still had a few daylight hours left, so we settled in and hung out a bit before bed.
The sun set at 8:30 and the took the heat with it. However, this time we didn't wait for it to get cold -- off to bed we went!