We land on the islands north of Alta just as the Vikings once did. We reach new ski touring territory by boat.
The climbs are sunny, the descents are shady and optionally steep. And when you arrive in Engelberg, spring is awakening.
During the day we looked into deep crevices, at night into deep sky. And when we arrive in Lötschental, I ask myself: how much longer will we be sending radio waves?
