The first bite is the best, right? The season has now started. It took a long time again, but not as long as last winter. There has been a lot of snow in the Alps and more is on the way. On the southern side of the Alps, you can already find four meters in places. However, my timing didn't allow me to rush to marvel at these dumps, but I had to be a little more moderate this year. The first snows fell in Lyngen a good month ago, but I didn't get to enjoy them either, and in fact the situation there didn't look so glamorous that I would have been able to check the situation from here in Helsinki. According to some reports, the period after the first snowfall was rocky, slushy and dry.
Käsivarrentie was frozen and the place of fear lived up to its name.
A few weeks ago I got an invitation to go to the north to wonder about the kaamo. The direction of the Alps was also attractive, but after a lot of thinking, I leaned towards exploring the northern dimension. I hadn't seen northern hills like this since the beginning of winter, and there was something perversely glamorous about the idea of laying down in the sunlight. Another and perhaps more decisive factor was skiing in the new group. There were enough good reasons to go out into nature.
The invitation to the trip came from sports legend Hilander. I got to know the man last Easter in Lofoten and bumped into him again at the Freediving Festival. I had thrown the ball in the air that if the men were going somewhere in Lyngen to count, I would go along if I could. Now all the stars were in the right position and when the invitation came, I answered it.
The coach and the master of the coach. 
When we got there, the snow fell relatively nicely, although there was also wind.
The trip started like this: Kamat to the bundle, the bundle to the train, the train to Rollo, the motorhome in Rollo and the nose of the motorhome towards Norway. The trip was intended mainly for the adventurous, as it had been dry and warm in Lyngen after the previous snowfall. For the coming weekend, however, the forecasts showed about half a meter of rain, of which every centimeter materialized. The only problem with the snowfall was the strong wind blowing at around 20 m/s, which would create layers in the snow. Where the snow would end up in this wind, there wasn't even a hint of it. There was still such a thing to consider, whether it would be possible to count lower. Up on big fields, these winds wouldn't matter. So we set off with an adventurous spirit and the assumption that we wouldn't necessarily climb any hills. I wish there was one more story.
So that it is not unclear, about 50 centimeters of snow did indeed fall. Rained on blueberry rocks, it's not much. The quality of the snow was really good. The pictures tell the story and also the video clip below. Traveling is always worth it and this time our trip was much more successful than the starting points let us expect.
Cheers!
We spent the night at Suomicamping. The facilities are fine with running water and a toilet. 
It's beautiful! 
The morning started a little before six and we were on the hill a little before dawn. 
Snacks in a scarf in the middle of Mustika. We climbed to about 900 meters and visibility was on the decline.
Benny Hill and his companions enter the picture from the left side
Happy faces enjoying sweat-smelling kamo and Norwegian medium beer.