Showing posts with label norway rock climbing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label norway rock climbing. Show all posts

December 2, 2009

Norway Photos

At the summit with A-Burr, Brian H and Mike B. (A-Burr must be on riods!)
Mike and I somewhere on the 1000 foot wall!

Perfect splitter cracks on this one. Brian heading up.
Mike looking for some TP. hehehe

Just another 1000 foot roadside granite route in Lofoton, Norway.
Its time for some more Norway photos, enjoy!

November 8, 2009

Something Funny


This guy doesn't look that extreme!
Ari, sleeping in the van while in Norway.
He's in the middle of drooling on me!

November 6, 2009

More Norway

We got the rain that everyone talks about way up north in Norway but it was still cool walking around the tiny fishing villages of Lofoton. From the looks of the climbers in front of me, there are never poor conditions for climbing here!
On our rain day, we found Lofoton's version of a roof crack, pretty short, but mainly dry. I was feeling under the weather this day and taking black liquorish flavored cough medicine! It was not good, but it helped I think : ) I think that Brian was giving it a try in this shot. (mike and ari were spotting)
Brian and Ari coming up one of the early routes we climbed on a perfect day!
The views were unparalelled while hiking to climbs and while climbing them. Our rental is on the road below and the hike was just 15 minutes on a nice trail! Later on the trip Andy jumped off that bridge to the left and bruised his butt on entry (had to be nearly a 50 foot drop into the icey water below)
Roadside bouldering goes on for miles!


October 20, 2009

More Norway Climbing Photos

Seaside climbing with beautiful views of the coast and sailboats.
We got rained out of the bigwall climbing on only two days, but the sport cragging was steep and well protected and just a short hike from the shore. I think it is around 2 am right now! Here Mike Brumbaugh gets it done on an unknown route.
The fish are dried on these racks and then shipped to places like Italy or South America. There was an awefull stink around while walking under these old wooded racks. I considered campusing the old wood but feared the smell of dead fish would never leave my hands!
A dried Cod from Norway. My hand for scale.
Each day the weather was good, we'd wake up from camp on the beach (whenever) and then climb as long as we wanted because there was never any darkness. Approaches were generally very short and well marked and the climbing was vertical to slabby granite crack with great gear and comfy belays.