"A word on the spot is worth a cartload of recollections"
James Maggs, Southwold diarist 1797-1890

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Last day on Senja

Nick's blogged about our epic day yesterday: http://nickonice.blogspot.com/2012/03/epic-fail.html?m=1

We've recently woken up from a 10 hour sleep, to find that Yeti (who got back from Sweden yesterday) had torn open the rubbish bag so he could chew up the empty egg boxes inside. I removed the rubbish and took this photo. Butter wouldn't melt.

Thinking back on yesterday it's amazing how quickly the memories of discomfort fade: the epic slog through the snowy pine forest and over snow covered boulders on the beach, the long, cold belays. Already the good parts of the day stand out more: seeing ptarmigan and arctic hare, the view from the snow basin high over the bay as the sun came round the mountain. We wouldn't keep on winter climbing if the memories of it's less comfortable side didn't fade so fast!

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