My first bouldering trip that made me sometimes forget about bouldering. Because of the beauty of the landscape, the never ending light and the great wilderness. The hiking, the bathing and the hanging out.
But only sometimes. Then we hit on some unbelievable piece of rock again, or some unbrushed line we always dreamt of, or we suddenly found ourselves in front of the perfect boulder picture. It is hard to imagine a place in Europe where bouldering is so stunning. And where boulders are so damn frequent.
We made it nearly to the North Cape. Visiting Matre, Harbak, Vingsand, Straumen, the Magic Valley and the Lofoten. And we could hardly convince ourselves to get back home…
In part two: Magic Valley and the Lofoten.