The arctic archipelago of Lofoten, Norway, is, for lack of a better description, magical. Cliché as that sounds it’s also exactly how it felt on this trip. Lofoten is a place where granite faces taller than Yosemite’s El Cap tower over glacial-cut fjords and ribbons of perfect corn wedged between spectacular, jagged peaks. Not surprisingly, this is a place where trolls are still believed to roam the mountains through mist and sun.
If I were forced under threat of fire or fury to make a complaint I suppose it would have to be the weather we had. Apparently, the temps we experienced in April were what they usually get in July. Add to that a Saharan dust storm that made for hazy atmospherics and you could have been suckered into calling conditions “bad.” For a couple of landlocked skiers, we were blissfully unaware and had a blast skiing steep lines over the area’s extensive fjords.
Back in April, my ski partner Sven Brunso and I spent nearly two weeks skiing and exploring this land of superlatives. The ease of access to skiing is incredible. Essentially, we drove up-and-down the road and found lines to ski—it was that easy. And with Norway offering residents and visitors the “right to roam” there are essentially no private property issues and you can access, climb and ski whatever looks good to you.
In the gallery below, you’ll find a handful of my favorite moments from the trip; but this is just the beginning. Stay tuned for the full story to be published in FREESKIER’s Destination Issue this fall.