Climbing hills in snow is not easy. And in frozen snow it's even harder.
With every step you don't know whether you're going to stay on the top...or plunge two feet. With every step you manage to stay on the surface you get lured into a false sense of security. You think you've found a particularly well packed patch of snow. Then you move. A millimetre. And then you drop. Today we managed about 10k steps. Following moose tracks around the lake behind the cabin and up over the hill. Those moose don't half wander aimlessly. In no particular direction. Stopping every now and then for a nibble on a bush. Followed by a big pile of oval poo blobs. And they climb. I had no idea they were quite so nimble as their tracks seem to indicate. Anyway. The walk burned off a few calories and gave us some stunning views of the fjord, the lake and distant snowy mountains lit up by the afternoon sun. It was all so wonderful I slept like a log for an hour when we got back. Last night the aurora forecasters predicted 2.34kp. So with half an hour to spare we set off in the car - back to the beach we had walked to previously. And we sat there. On the picnic bench. In -10. Surrounded by snow. For around an hour and a half. Those forecasters know jack shit. Not even a 1kp I reckon. As in hardly a glimmer of green. We'd seen better back at the cabin earlier in the evening when the forecast was close to zero. Tonight the predictions are low. So what d'ya bet the bloody sky lights up while we're tucked up having a much needed early night? Today's photos: the lake behind the cabin. The clearest water ever. Spotless. Not a plastic bag, broken bike, coke bottle or used pampers nappy anywhere.
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