We flew into Tromso for two weeks of ski touring in the Lyngen Alps, living out of a trusty campervan. It was mid May and inside the Arctic Circle the sun was only just dipping behind the mountains at night, meaning we had no normal time limit on when to ski or sleep. 

The daily routine started with a cuppa or two while stalking fatmaps routes and gawking at the steep mountains standing out of the fjords. There were more big lines and steep couloirs than any scrog munching couloir bagging dirtbag could dream of skiing in a lifetime, so we had plenty to get excited about.

Every day was different, but all of them were big. We had days touring straight from the camper, long hikes and rock scrambles to reach the snowline, long boot packs up steep couloirs, a night in a backcountry hut, and even a paddle across a fjord in a borrowed/stolen dingy, using our skis for paddles.

We would often set out with a rough goal, lose track of time, and sometimes be out for over 12 hours.

During our last week a storm rolled in so we drove down to Lofoten for a couple of days of being tourists. After hanging out with Vikings and stumbling upon a rock music and fish festival we heard it was snowing in Lyngen, so boosted back North.

We got to our campsite a bit after 9pm, put the boots on and went for some stormy laps, buzzing to be skiing the first cold pow of our trip until a bit after midnight. The next morning the sun was shining and we had an amazing day burning everything we had left in the tank. I took my handycam and shot this video from those last two sessions.

The Lyngen alps was a bit of a dream trip for me, so to see it come to fruition was pretty special. Big thanks to the crew Rupert Paterson, Alec Savery, Mike Handford, and Cam McDermid for the good times and the unwavering positivity on those big slogs.