Sun, sun, - nothing but sun. With a bit of bad luck, some light cloud cover, which didn't bring the longed-for precipitation either. There hasn't been such a dry winter in the Northern Alps for over 30 years. The powder mood reached its low point at the beginning of April 2011. It hadn't snowed significantly for weeks. And even if it did, it was only just enough to sugar the slopes, which had previously been mostly barren.
The news from Fabi came at just the right time on this gloomy late winter morning:
Of course, as a weather-dependent powder addict, the snowy winter in Scandinavia had not gone unnoticed by me. We quickly booked the flights and rental car, found two other companions in Patrick Gstrein and Gex Rathfelder and were already sitting in the rental car to cover the 1200 km from Trondheim to the north of Norway. Our noses were glued to the car windows during the entire long drive so that we wouldn't miss a single glimpse of the fantastic ski mountains far north of the Arctic Circle. Destination: the Lyngen Alps.
Pillows and Waiting Game
Our first impression on site was mixed: the mountains here grow directly out of the sea. A tangled network of picturesque fjords stretches far inland. Although there is still a full metre of snow down to the sea, the weather is typically Scandinavian: cloudy, gruelling sleet and a soggy blanket of snow in the lower, contrasting shrub layers
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