Day 1 we were headed for Glitterheim. We had to go by foot all the way up to Bessvatnet before there was enough snow, but over on the other side the conditions were fine. Along Russvatnet - hard work against a strong headwind - then up over the saddle between Vestre and Austre Hestlægerhøe, and down to Glitterheim. Glitterheim hut is pretty high - around 1370 m. (That's not a whole lot shorter than the highest point in the whole British Isles, Ben Nevis, at 1450 m). I also got my first ever taste of horse at Glitterheim.
Day 2 we had planned a topptur to Glittertind (the second highest mountain in Norway, and just 5 m shorter than Galdhøpiggen; although apparently due to the ice and snow on the summits, the top of Glittertind is often higher). Anyway, day 2 was very windy, so we abandoned the topptur and made do with a shorter trip not far from the hut. Two of the group were stubborn enough to continue and made it to the top of Glittertind! We spent a second night at Glitterheim; no horse for dinner this time - I think it was something more conventional like trout.
Day 3 we headed south to Memurubu, over Styggehøbreen. The saddle was only a couple of hundred metres short of a top, Søre Veotind, so we took a wee detour. We were lucky with the weather that day and had blue skies for the most part, giving us some fantastic views from the top, and fairly red noses and foreheads the next day.
On top of the world. (Perhaps I exaggerate slightly. But it was 2267m, a new record for me!)
I figure that's Store Memurubutinden, with Hellstugutinden behind to the left.
Some nice alpine-like scenery from the top.
The way down from the saddle was pretty steep in a couple of places. Some of the scandinavians amongst us telemarked down, as I watched from the back with a mixture of awe and jealousy. Jings I wish I could telemark. But I had to come down rather less gracefully, keeping my skins on and using a combination of all four limbs, my rucksack, and my backside, to control my descent. After I'd caught up with the patiently-waiting nordic types, we had a gentler descent down through Memurubudalen, the last few kilometers of which had to be on foot.
Memurubudalen, looking back north.
A night in Memurubu before returning along the ice to Gjendehseim. Getting on to the ice at Memurubu was a bit challenging, but it was fairly easy going on the lake and we were back at the hut in good time for showers and a late lunch, before the drive home.
Refreshments on the lake.
Looking along Gjende. Somewhere ahead there is the hut...hot showers, cold drinks, food...
A fantastic tour - the best mountain trip I've been on.