The forecast said it would snow. And it snowed. Too much if you asked me. But sometimes its ok to have some luck…
There were some patches of blue sky over Tromsø. It was 17th of May, Norwegian Independence Day, but I didn’t feel like celebrating. I was alone, and I wanted to stay away from the crowds.
So I decided to hike a mountain. My plan was to go to Smørstabben and Bruna. On the route to Kvaløya I look upon the sky over the mountains and it didn’t look promising.
But I have lived above the Arctic Circle for 13 years now and knew that the weather could turn fast to the better… or worse…
I had only hiked for about 20 minutes before it started to snow. But it wasn’t too bad.
But it got worse – way worse. Suddenly it snowed like crazy. In the middle of May…
The visibility was less than 30 meters and I had to find shelter behind a huge rock.
But first I just had to bulit a tiny snowman.
Just 15 minutes later the weather cleared a little bit and I hiked out to the edge where I could look down at the small village of Grøtfjord. But the view was not good at all. After 20 minutes I just gave up and walk back to my snowman. And I was thinking about giving up.
But I gave it ten more minutes.
Suddenly there were less snow. I could see Grøtfjord. I ran towards the edge because the sun was shining over the little village.
I made it, and it looked like this for about two minutes:
It started to snow again while I was headed down from the mountain, but I could only smile even if I was cold and wet.
I got lucky. I got more luck than I could ever dream of with weather like this.
My independence day was perfect. Alone. On a mountain. So beautiful. So wild. So upredictable.
Happy birthday, Norway 🙂