Down to extremely reduced daylight hours, and only a couple more weeks before snow, we had to make the most of a beautiful sunny Sunday.
Our house lies on a mountain ridge (one of many here in Bergen (ridges, that is, not houses)). The ridge, runs into other ridges, with several summits to climb (we have still to climb all of them).
On today’s itinerary was Damsgård. This is the smallest of the 7 fjellesturen summits – the 35 km tramp covering 7 of Bergen’s most prominent peaks, and a popular day competition in the summer.
With the mountain right on our door step, we headed out up the road behind us, and then into the woods.
Day temperature was around 4C, but the sun was shining.
It was a three layer day (four for junior).
As we headed up the ridge, the temperature dropped significantly, but that didn’t deter us, or the numerous Weegies out and about på tur. With autumn nearly over, visibility is now much improved as most of the trees stand lifelessly naked. At any local maximum, you can spot trampers out and about, in their brightly coloured jackets far off into the distance, and makes for a convenient means of spotting all the tracks (many of which are unmarked in our map), and planning your route back.
We continued our ascent. Some of the higher peaks around Bergen already had their first dusting of snow this weekend, but so far no signs of any snow on this mountain. Just some heavy frosting and the occasional frozen puddle.
As the terrain became more icy, we came across a frozen board walk, simply too slippery to negotiate, and instead opted for the unique experience of crunching through the swamp.
Although quite a bit of ice about at the top, we had good boots (I have just recently discovered winter gumboots. They are life revolutionizing, and not only great for rain, puddles and icy slush, they’re also great for tramping. Your feet remain toasty warm, they have excellent grip, you can ruthlessly stomp through bog, and afterwards you can easily remove them without getting dirty hands.)
We reached the summit around 2pm, and only to be greeted with freezing gusts.
A sheltered rock face, made for the perfect sunny calm lunch spot of hot chocolate, booby, and some Weegie and deer spotting.
With the evening chill and darkness rapidly approaching, we took the short cut down the other side of the ridge, and wandered back home along the main road, just in time for some new home brew, and frozen pizza.
It was a good day.