Don’t look down. One slip and I’ll plunge 1700m down into an icy alpine lake. Solid rocks on the top of the peak are just 10 steps away with soaring views that temp you to stay. But below is the glistening face of Fløtatind, slathered with snow like a frosted bolle.
Crew today is Erlend Sande and his father, Endre, Lou and I, with well known Norwegian guide Tor Olav Naalsund.
We clip into our skis and ski one at a time down to a saddle. The snow is a bit variable, but my wider skis carry me over the transitions with little effort. The air is crisp, the views stunning. Each moment is exhilarating.
When I first began ski touring, I thought the goal of the day was finding the perfect run down. I’ve learned that it’s so much more than that: Being in spectacular mountains, forming friendships through shared adventures, breathing the crisp alpine air. I now enjoy the hike up the most. The ski down is a bonus. When the snow is good, it’s thrilling and memorable. When the snow is variable, it’s a good test of patience and humility. Fløtatind was all the above, a perfect introduction to Norway.
Map below, Flotatind marked.