You have probably already seen our ninja pictures from the super misty day a few nights ago – if not check them out here! But we can’t really leave it there, because when we woke up after two days in this milky world, the sun revealed something completely different!
We talked with Kian, the photographer from Unstad Artic Surf that we where thinking about going to Senja. Then he persuaded us to go to ”this beautiful island of Husøy”. He didn’t really explain why it was so fantastic, but in his excited way of talking, we felt that it had to be something special.
But then we got here, to a tiny island all covered in big houses. There isn’t any space left for anything else than small roads, peoples tiny backyards and houses. So many houses on such a small space. We couldn’t really understand what Kian had been talking about. We went for a walk, pretended to be ninjas, and spent most of these two days reading and talking. We where to tired to drive somewhere else since we had been in the car for around 12 hours the other day.
And when we woke up on the third day we where happy that we hadn’t just hastened further to a new location. The beauty had revealed itself out of the mist. Here Carl is standing on the same spot with only one day apart, crazy huh!?
And look at the harbor the different days:
It was like going from some kind of post apocalyptic dystopia (since we didn’t see any people at all during the misty days) to a paradise island in Asia!
If you want to visit Husøy you can either free camp along the road leading to the island. Or you can stand in the harbor where you have both electricity, water and possibility to empty your toilet and waste water. It will cost you 150 NOK or 15 Euro. We ended up staying in the harbor because when we drove here we didn’t even see the potential spots along the way. But i hope you get better weather if you go! ★
After leaving Husøy we went to the other side of the fjord and the small village called Fjordgard. Probably most famous for being located on the foot of Senjas highest mountain Segla (639 m), that we where very eager to get up on. Unfortunately I didn’t feel well and crashed in the back of Doris with some kind of fever. But that didn’t stop Carl from going.
Or going isn’t the right word, since he decided to run up!? After more than a year with knee problems that have stopped him from running as much as he want to. He got really inspired by the meeting with @thegreatnortherntrails some days ago.
He came down happier than ever with a new found energy that you can only get from achieving something that you have longed for, for a long time. In the evening I started to feel a bit better and we had a barbecue just by the side of the fjord. There we met a guy that grew up here in Fjordgard, who had brought his family and some friends who also had kids, to see this magic place. When he heard how long it had taken Carl to run up and down Segla, he got really impressed. Since Norwegians are famous for there outdoor interest and for beeing so sporty – this reaction made Carls day (and probably the entire trip)!
The next day I was feeling better and after seeing some of Carls pictures from the top, I really wanted to get up there myself. The only problem is that I’m really afraid of heights… ”But I thought she was climbing?” one might ask. Mostly I do bouldering whitch is the kind of climbing that’s a bit mor technical and only like four or five meters high. And when I occasionally climb higher I can handle my fear because I know that someone I trust is standing on the ground making sure that I won’t fall.
When I’m hiking up steep paths like this, the fear can be close to paralyzing. It was the same when I hiked up Reinebringen (448 m) on Lofoten two years ago. For every step I go higher, my imagination plays tricks on me and replay a movie inside my head where I slip and fall to my death. I know that a lot of people have hiked up Segla before me but as it is with fear, it doesn’t really help with logic. There’s plenty of people that are afraid of spiders and snakes in Sweden, even though we don’t have any deadly spices. That doesn’t make the fear less real.
So even though I stopped somewhere between the ridge and the top, around 500 meters up, I’m so proud of myself for pushing it so far! I think that we’re often to occupied with reaching a certain goal, that we don’t give ourselves credit for the things we managed to do up until we reached our limit. The most important thing is to never stop pushing our limits and keep believing that we can!
We went back to the ridge at 350 meters and enjoyed our coffee that we brought. The view was just spectacular from there!
The weather is changing fast here and as we sat there we felt the wind getting colder and we could see how the mist was drifting over the ridge. closer to the other top. It looked so cool and we just had to go there!
According to some guides that we found on the internet, the hike should take around 3-4 hours and it is supposed to be ”relatively easy”. The time is almost over estimated but it being easy is very relative. It is quite steep at a few places and some parts have either a lot of stones or nothing but mud, witch makes it easy to slip. But I would say that even for me that’s afraid of heights, it’s quite okey all the way up to the ridge. And the view from there is amazing so don’t hesitate to do the hike even if your’e not aiming for the top! ★
I wrote this text a few days back, when I was still a bit shaken by something that had happened a few hours earlier. Now we’re safe and happy in Unstad, Lofoten – but I still feel like sharing this with you all. As a reminder to keep things cool on the roads.