Ski and Paddle Norway 2009

Distance 31km | Time 7.5hrs | Ascent 430m | Descent 450m

I had a long lie on the floor of the workman’s hut. The weather was still unpleasant outside with frequent snow squalls coming through the whole time up the fjord. Quite a lot of snow had fallen in the night and it had turned the whole landscape white. The weather forecast said it would brighten up at midday and I opted to lie in and trust them.

As it happened the weather forecast was spot on again. Just before midday some blue sky appeared and I got ready to go. I left at midday. Just outside the workman’s hut were very fresh otter tracks left in the snow.

I pretty much headed straight up the hill hoping to intercept the road above me. On the way up I came across a herd of about 50 reindeer. Despite the fact these reindeer are domesticated they are still very wary. This herd was no exception and ran off when they saw me arrive.

Once on the road I followed it as it climbed westwards and then northwards for about 4 km. During this distance it climbed to over 200 metres. Up here it was full winter again. I put my skis on.

It was superb conditions. The base layer of snow was frozen firm and there was a light covering over the top of this. Even with the skins on I was gliding very well. By now the sky had cleared up completely and there were just a few lingering clouds in the otherwise blue sky.

I headed off to the east of the road across some tarns and then up a hill. While crossing one tarn I crashed through the new crust on top of the slushy snow which was accumulating on top of the ice. I nearly went in up to my knee. Luckily my gaiters kept it out of my boots.

The hill after the tarns is where I picked up the old defunct telephone poles again. These poles headed over to Mehamn and I just had to follow them. The route climbed up to around 300 metres in the end to reach the top of the plateau.

To the south and east I could see how the plateau was as flat as you get in nature, but then how it just dropped off steeply into the sea for 300 metres, although I could not see the sea, just the edge of the plateau.

As I skied further north along the line of poles I was astonished to see just how much snow there was. It almost felt I was skiing across a glacier as the landscape was very smooth and there were no rocks or bare patches. It would be a while before all this melted to reveal the sparse heather and abundant rock underneath.

Eventually I decided to take my skins off as the gradients were so small. Immediately I started to go faster and glide on the most imperceptible descent. It was very good skiing conditions. If I could have skated with these mountain skis and a rucksack I would have been really flying. But it was too exhausting to keep it up for more than 30 seconds.

After a few hours of this very nice skiing I came to a small rustic hut. It must have gone up when the telephone line was built and it looked over 50 years old. It was called Futelvstua. There was an outer store full of snow and wood. There was and inner room with a very efficient stove and a third room with 4 bare beds without mattresses.

I got the stove going with the huge amount of wood at this cabin. Someone was obviously stocking it with wood. There was a visitors book and it seemed the hut was well visited by skiers on days trips from Mehamn. I had a late lunch here with the last of my dehydrated meals.

From the hut northwards along the telephone poles the going got even better as there was now a slight downhill bias. Within an hour I had reached a point on the plateau where it looked like it would get a bit gnarly if I carried on north. As it transpired this was wrong and I should have continued.

To avoid this bit I thought could be gnarly and difficult, I cut off west and made a long diagonal descent down to the road. It was a superb descent and the icy surface was firm and fast. In the space of 15 minutes I had gone about 4 km towards Mehamn. I passed two herds of reindeer on this descent and I was going so fast they did not have time to decide to run before I was gone. Eventually I reached the road at Ostebakken where there were some 5 Lapp cabins for their reindeer operations here.

I descended on the snow covered verge here for a few minutes until I rounded a corner and the fishing town of Mehamn came into view some few kilometres to the north. Beyond it was the sea. It was not a fjord but the Barents Sea in the Arctic Ocean. Beyond Mehamn were a number of headlands and I knew the furtherest of these was Kinnarodden: The top of Europe.

It was a quick hour down to the outskirts of Mehamn. En route I passed the scooter track coming down from the plateau to the east, and where I should have come down. At the outskirts of the town I took my skis off and walked the 2 km to the Youth Hostel owned by Vidar, who sent me the maps.

Vidar seemed quite a character and very lively and jovial. It was easy to see he was a hard working outdoor adventure entrepreneur and was quite well know in the area. He was extremely knowledgeable about the area and the route I would have to take tomorrow.

His Youth Hostel was very comfortable. Beside it he had 5 new Robuer, or traditional fisherman’s houses, which he rented out. I checked in and he gave me a beer as a welcome. He said I had earnt it. He also lent me a map to Kinnarodden and explained the route. It would take two days to make the round trip.

The only problem with the youth hostel was it was at least a km from the kiosk/shop which I had to walk to to get supper and breakfast. I would have to go back again tomorrow to get more supplies when the real shop opened for the final days. In the evening I wrote the blog and crashed out excited about tomorrow.

I plan to go out to Kinnarodden and camp there at a beach famed for its white sand. The beach is in a bay called Sandfjorden just to the west of the headland.

It had been a very good day. The skiing was wonderful and I had at last reached the town of Mehamn, the place to launch my final bid to Kinnarodden headland.

Distance 45km | Time 10.5hrs | Ascent 780m | Descent 800m

I slept well in the Jennsens cabin and got up reasonably early at 0700. It was overcast but very warm. The temperature was plus 6. The bare patches outside were growing and were generally saturated with water.

After breakfast I tried some of the king crab legs. Pedder and his son had caught about 30 of them. The legs were boiled and cut open with scissors. Inside the meat was the same colour, taste and consistency as crab sticks. I got into conversation with Pedder as the weather deteriorated into showers and didn’t leave until 1030.

I initially followed the road for 10 km to gain height up onto the plateau again. It was the easiest way if I was to avoid the melting snow in the birch woods and lower slopes. There were some tremendous views here down Bekkarfjord inlet itself to the main Porsanger fjord, and then on the other side of that the remote Svaerholt peninsula. This wild peninsula was very steep sided and rose steeply to a snow covered plateau at about 400 metres altitude.

At Orretvatnet I was over 200 metres and left the road here. This was on the instructions of Vidar, who had sent me maps, as to follow the best route to Mehamn.

I skied past Orretvatnet lakes and down into Nikolasdalen, which was easily crossed. There were some scooter tracks here and I followed then as they climbed up the south and then east side of Gavdnjavarri mountain. To the south was the forested valley of Langfjorddalen which went down to a small roadless hamlet with a few houses.

Once I was round the east side of Gavdnjavarri and had climbed to a pass the whole of the plateau opened before me. It was at about 400 metres altitude and everything was plastered in snow. This was a return to winter proper. Below me on the north side of the pass was a line of posts. Vidar recommended I follow these posts for some 20 km across the plateau. They were the remnants of an old telephone line from at least 50 years ago. The wire had long gone.

The next 20 km were a were a very good and quite fast ski. The weather was very changeable but on the whole it was overcast but there were a couple of very heavy snow showers where all visibility disappeared except for the telephone posts. Contrary to the soggy morning I now felt I was crossing Hardangervidda in February.

The ski route went on and on undulating over gentle ridges and then descending into shallow valleys. I had to work most of the time as I opted to keep my skins on and this cut down the glide I got considerably. Eventually after 20 km and a couple of snow showers the route started to reach the northern end of this block of land where it dropped of steeply to fjords. There was only one way down and that was down Smielvdalen valley and this was the way the road took also.

I had been skiing parallel to the road, but a few km to the east of it. It was easy to head west across the plateau to reach the exposed windswept road which must see some wild weather. Smielvdalen valley was about 4 km long and it dropped quite steeply down to Eidsfjorden.

There were masses of reindeer tracks and droppings here. They must have just migrated from the interior down here and over the isthmus onto Nordkinn peninsula. This is contrary to what is expected. Reindeer are severely bothered by flies. One type lays eggs in its nasal passages and throat which hatch maggots which eat these regions. There are few flies in the high mountains of central Scandinavia and also on these windswept peninsulas which is why they are preferred.

These reindeer are domestic ones now and are herded out to this peninsula by their Lapp owners. It is a tricky operation as the reindeer are uncomfortable about being herded down to the sea down a narrow valley. Recently a herd of them bolted up the steep slopes and got into trouble. Many lost their grip and slid on the steep snow and were killed.

Once at the sea by Eidsfjorden the road then heads east along the fjord and beneath the cliffs the reindeer came to grief on, until it gets to a narrow isthmus some 300 metres wide and long. This connects the Nordkinn peninsula to the north to the mainland, otherwise it would be and island. Once the reindeer have crossed this they have reached their summer pastures.

It was my goal for the day also and there was a hamlet here called Hopseidet. Once I crossed it I doubled back to the west to a abandoned workman’s hut I spotted earlier. It was open but was bare. It saved me putting up the tent up. I got in just in time as a sleet storm and high winds came blasting down the fjord from the west. After I unpacked and spread out on the floor I looked out of the window and it was miserable outside.

After sorting myself out I managed to lie on the floor and write the blog, all be it uncomfortably. The small waves were crashing onto the boulders along the shore with spray lifting. There were some little auks bobbing in the waves braving the elements to gather for pairing and nesting soon. To them this weather was probably pleasant.

It had been a good day. I was surprised at just how wild and wintery the plateau on this peninsula still was, while at sea level winter had lost its grip. It had been a long day, but reasonably easy with the pleasant skiing conditions and my fitness level.

Distance 23km | Time 7hrs | Ascent 530m | Descent 510m

I did not sleep well at all in the stuffy basement room and struggled to get up at 0730 for breakfast. I did though and it was a good spread. After breakfast I chatted with Haldane for ages about many topics especially Finnmark politics and the new Finnmarks law. He was very knowledgeable. It seemed the new law disproportionately favoured the small number of reindeer owners over other Lapps who did not own reindeer, and also Norwegians.

But the time we had finished talking it was 1030. I still had to pack and get going. Eventually by 1130 I was ready. It was disturbingly hot at around 12 degrees.

Only klister wax could cope with these conditions. It is terrible stuff to work with and use. It is an extremely sticky chemical paste which is applied to the bottom of the ski. So sticky is it, that it sticks to wet snow. However without spirits it is impossible to get off. So if the temperature drops then the colder snow will adhere to it so well that it just balls up under ones ski and it is like skiing on sandpaper. I avoid klister by using short ski skins. Others use cloth sports tape.

Initially I followed the scooter tracks up through the birch forest. It went from just opposite the tourist center. I had to stop after just a few hundred metres to remove hat, gloves and jacket. Even then I was still sweating going up the hot incline.

It was a very nice ascent with a gentle enough climb so my short skins gripped, and also in pleasant surroundings in the birch woods. After an hour I had climbed above the birch and was on the edge of a higher plateau. I left the scooter track here as the snow was firm and headed north across the plateau.

Although only at around 250 metres it felt like I was in the same environment found as at about 1500 metres in the Jotunheimen mountains much further south. Beneath the snow were rocks and short heather and numerous ground hugging bushes which produced berries. If I walked about these berries burst staining the snow crimson.

I made my own route north keeping as high as possible. It was completely calm and wind still but was becoming quite overcast. I crossed numerous small lakes and the west end of Giksjavri lake. A bit further to the west and I would have been in very gnarly terrain. The snow was pretty good here but there were numerous bare patches.

After Giksjavri lake I climbed up a steep hill to cross a watershed near Suolojavri lake. This was located at the top of the plateau and I got some good views from here. It was still warm and without wind so I found a bare patch and had lunch.

The descent from the saddle to Suolojavri lake was short and easy. After crossing the lake I reached the top of Martadalen valley. This valley was plastered in snow and was open and smooth. I was difficult to believe I was only 250 metres above sea level. It felt more like 1500 metres again.

The ski down Martadalen was fantastic. I had removed my short skins but there was just enough descent so I glided long with each step. As I went down a scooter came up. It stopped for a chat. The man was Pedder from Bekkarfjord and his son. They were going up to do some fishing on their 20 year old scooter. He lived at Elvebakken farm in Bekkarfjord and kindly asked if I wanted to stay there in a cabin instead of the waiting room for inclement weather drivers. I said yes so he rang his daughter to tell her to warm the cabin up.

We then parted and I carried on down the lovely Martadalen. The incline was not quite enough so I could freewheel but I could ski quickly. Soon Pedders scooter tracks I was following reached the birch trees and veered west round the small Martadalsvatnet tarn. Then there was an steeper descent where I had to snowplough strongly to stop myself running off out of control through the remainder of the birch woods.

Down in the valley was black water without any snow on it. It was the salty sea water of Bekkarfjord. Surrounding it were fields, many already ploughed with their furrows appearing from under the melting snow.

Pedders scooter tracks naturally went right to his house. He had 5 kids and the eldest daughter showed me the cabin. It was great. I still had to walk to the waiting room a get an envelope with maps to Mehamn with the route marked which Vidar of Mehamn had left for me.

The walk to the waiting room took me along the agricultural fringe of the fjord. It was great to be near the sea again. The familiar noise of two squabbling herring gulls and the excited crescendo of plovers were soon to very common place on my forthcoming kayak trip, but it was nice to hear them after 4 months of winter clad mountains.

Bekkarfjord seemed quite and idyllic place. Some 5 farms were spread out beside the placid inlet. The odd piece of ice floated on the surface but otherwise it was calm and black.

At the waiting room were the maps as promised. They were perfect and I could use them to go the final 70 km to Mehamn. I was surprised at Vidars efficiency. It was out of the ordinary.

Back at the farm cabin I wrote the blog before being invited in for supper of fish which Pedder and his son had just caught. It was mostly arctic char, fried in butter from his own milk cows. Indeed his cows and the two others farms in this hamlet account for the most northerly dairy herd in the world.

After dinner, when the youngest two had been put to bed, Pedder and his eldest son went out to try and catch some king crabs. These crabs are invading the Norwegian coast having migrated round from Russia. The crabs were imported to northern Russia from Kamchatka. I was tired and decided to crash in the cabin.

It had been a good day. I was now convinced I would be able to reach Kinnarodden on skis as there was still easily enough snow. It was also wonderful to be invited into a cabin and family meal. The hospitality of northern Norway continues to impress.

Distance 36km | Time 9hrs | Ascent 440m | Descent 640m

It was so much easier to get up in a warm cabin as opposed to a cramped tent and I sprung out of bed at 0500. It had already been light for a few hours.

By the time I had breakfast, tidied the cabin, packed away my tent and other previously damp, but now dry items, it was 0700 and I was off.

As fortune would have it the wind had swung round to the south again and would be behind me again. It was about a force 4 so it would help. Otherwise it was below zero so the snow was firm. There was no blue sky really but it was quite bright.

Initially I skied down an almost unnoticeable decline through the remainder of the birch forest. I saw a red fox here. It was keeping a good 100 metres in front of me, turning round frequently to make sure I was not gaining on it. It kept this up for a km obviously unaware of the danger a human could potentially have.

I then followed the river for 2 km until it suddenly emerged from under the ice and veered into a hydro tunnel. Just beyond the tunnel was the gravel track. It was bare in a few places but generally covered in snow. Initially I followed it diligently but then realized there was no point, especially as it undulated so much. Besides there was a good line of frozen lakes to follow.

The first of these lakes was Mohkkejavri. It was a long narrow lake. Although it was dammed and the water level varied the ice looked safe. The surface was firm and icy and I started to fly along. With the wind behind me it was fast.

I passed a dam and kept well to the east of it, as this is probably where the water was removed and there was more likely to be currents affecting the ice quality here.

I also passed to the east of 3 islands before the lake tapered into a narrow bay and then river. I could see large parts of the river were ice free so I hugged the slopes on the side as I went along this section.

Although I was at just 200 metres altitude there was very little tree life here. Just the odd birch copse in sheltered side valleys. It must simply be too hard here even for the very rugged mountain birch.

The open river widened out to two more narrow lakes, which were smaller Mohkkejavri lake but connected to them. They were covered in thick ice so I skied along them. With the wind helping me I made good progress towards the dark crags of Vadasbakti hill.

Just after these crags there was a short cut over a gentle spur which would cut off 2 sides of a triangle along the side of Store Masvatn lake. I took it and was surprised how gentle the climb up was. The descent down the other side was long and easy and I made good time here.

At the saddle I got some phone reception. In the wind and light snow shower I managed to send an email with a mailshot I had prepared earlier. It seemed odd to be able to initiate this technology from such a remote place. I had not seen anyone for 3 days now.

After the long and easy descent I arrived at Loavddajavri lake. It was only 3 km long but difficult to ski. Previously a lot of the snow on top of the ice had melted forming wet slush. This had now frozen over with a 2 cm layer of ice. Occasionally I broke through which gave me a fright as it was still wet underneath for 15 cm until the original surface of the thick ice.

The weather now was deteriorating with more frequent and wetter snow showers. The terrain was suddenly becoming very gnarly and steep also with small cliffs and deep ravines scattered throughout.

I had real problems negotiating a continuous 10 metre band of cliff which stretch across the whole hillside. Eventually I found a route down and the reached Tredjevatnet lake.

Just before this lake was an open stream to cross. It was only shin deep at 25 cm and 5 metres wide so no danger but wet feet if I waded it. Luckily I found a snow bridge and sped across it with fingers crossed. It held. I could have crossed at the lake but this stream had caused a large area of open water on the lake and the ice would have been doubtful for quite a distance into the lake.

On the other side of this stream was an forest or hydro road. It was rough gravel and covered in firm snow. It did provide an easy route up through a final birch forest to a saddle. I was surprised to see other ski tracks here and fresh ones at that. I had a Man Friday moment.

I followed his tracks through the wet snow of the forest and up to the saddle. The snow had turned to sleet now and it was getting heavier. Luckily the snow was quite frozen from before and this mild onslaught had not affected its firmness yet.

At the saddle I left the Man Fridays ski tracks and the gravel track underneath and cut across the moorland and birch forest to reach a small lake. On the other side of this lake was the main road to Ifjord. It lay in the valley just 3 km down this road.

It was only here at 100 metres altitude and below that I was affected by the lack of snow again. I had not noticed it all day as there had been enough. The bare area I encountered at the end of my long day a couple of days ago must have been due to a meteorological quirk.

As I reached Ifjord I smelt the sea again. Here beside the tiny hamlet was a bay with seaweed. I reached the junction and walked the 200 metres to the utilitarian café, motel and cabins. As it was sleeting a lot now I took a room which meant easier access to showers and café food. The place was not up to much and was quite tired. The owner however was extremely helpful and pleased to see me.

After hamburgers he explained the route north. Then we phoned Vidar in Merhamn. He knew everything and explained the route to Merhamn at his end. It seemed I could ski the whole way with a night in a heated shelter and a night in a tent.

Vidar also had used bicycles to sell or rent to me. I am thinking the Nordkinn to Kirkenes stage of some 350 km is best done on a bicycle as skiing would be too fragmented and take too long. It is after all just a palate refresher between the starter course of the ski and the main course of the paddle.

I also managed to show and wash some clothes for the next leg to Merhamn. I just have enough food left over to be able to eek out the 3 days it should take. Hopefully the weather will be kind to me.

It had been an positive day in terms of getting north. However it was not particularly enjoyable as skiing on ice is never that pleasant. I was lucky with the wind and suppose I am quite surprised it went as easily as it did. The terrain was certainly getting difficult at the end, but luckily I just had a short bit of it.

Distance 2km | Time 0.5hrs | Ascent 0m | Descent 50m

The wind did indeed get up a bit in the night and I heard it slicing through the tops of the trees I was camped amongst. There was also a fair amount of snow. I was well camped however and felt warm and secure. As usual after a big day I was troubled by cramps in my inner forward thigh muscles. If I moved in the night the cramp would set in and certainly wake me up.

I woke at 0600 and had a look at the map again after sleeping on a new plan. I would now ski north for about 4 km to a gravel road. Then I would nearly follow this gravel road some 30 km until I came to the main road. I could then follow the asphalt for 5 km to Ifjord. I did not want to walk across open moorland and stones for fear of breaking a metal rod at the front of the ski boot which is essential to attach it to the ski.

Despite knowing I had 40 km to do to the cabin at Ifjord Camping I could just not bring myself to get up. I had already arranged a cabin at Ifjord and for tomorrow night, but the owner said he would leave it open in case I arrived today. As it was now getting dark well after 2200 I could still leave at 1000 and make it.

With the sound of snow on the tent getting heavier and the wind remaining blustery I remained in my bag lying snug in the snow. 0800 came and went 0900 came and went and eventually just after 1000 I managed to emerge.

It was not a great day. Wet snow was falling, being driven by a northerly breeze. It would be coming directly into my face. With reluctance and a bit of procrastinating I at last had every thing in the rucksack and set of at 1130.

As I skied through the forest, which was firm under ski, I flushed a herd of some 20 reindeer sheltering in the woods. There was also a few ptarmigan here. I had to thread a path through the trees to avoid the odd bare patch but by and large there was plently of good snow.

I had barely skied two km when I crossed the main river in this valley called the Gaisavuolesjohka and then came face to face with a totally unexpected cabin. I went up to investigate. It was open, it was tidy and cleanish, it had a stove but no wood, there was sufficient wood around to collect with saw and axe, the weather was still miserable and I had 40 odd km to go and it was midday. It did not take me long to decide to stay.

Within an hour I had collected and prepared enough wood until tomorrow morning. It was a small cabin and it heated up quite quickly. Luckily the saw was not too blunt. Soon I had snow melting in the big pots on the stove and I was ensconced. It was still snowing heavily outside and all afternoon I never once regretted stopping.

The cabin was probably owned by the state as a hunting cabin. People could buy a hunting license for small game in the local council and then use this cabin as a base. There are many such cabins in Norway. Like many this one was not marked on the map.

In the warmth of the stove I wrote the blog as the snow continued to fall outside. By 1900 I was up to date and could look forward to an evening of relaxation and an early night. With this cabin as a platform I could launch an early bid to get to Ifjord and the campsite café before it closed at 2000 tomorrow.

It was a very easy day and fitting that my shortest record distance should follow a day after my longest record distance. I probably only have the day to Ifjord and the 4 days up the Nordkinn peninsula to the village of Mehamn. Merhamn would be my base to launch my final day to Kinnarodden, the most northerly piece of mainland in Europe. Whether I will have skis or walking boots on remains to be seen.