End-of-winter camping in the Lyngen Alps

It wasn't that giving chase to the dark horse was wearing me through. And by no means did I feel I'd explored most of what it had to give. Sometimes, one needs to take a step back, and regain appreciation what they already have, no matter how fickle its tendencies.

I've not been on land much lately. With a bonus trip unexpectedly added to my schedule, the past two weeks have been anything but full of rest and skiing the photogenic terrain I seek in Lyngen. Flat light and terrain drive the mind to wander towards bigger things. That said, the skiing has, finally, been pretty good.

Slowly, Lyngen is loosening its vice grip on things. Or so it occasionally seems. It's been a difficult week with high but inconsistent payoff. There's been no shortage of bushwhacking towards good snow, getting chased out of the alpine by wind, and a few good turns when things cooperate.