In March, it seemed like spring is coming ahead of time. Things pretty much grinded to a halt in the past week with cold temperatures and even a little bit of new snow, which gave me hope that there would still be some skiing to be done in the mountains. I was going to go the cabin for Easter anyway, not sure what I would’ve done if skiing wasn’t possible but I don’t have to worry about that now.

The snowmelt is obviously well in progress and many of the skiing tracks are no longer prepared when the ground is bare. Or, like I discovered today, the trail disappears in an open creek. The snowmobile trails are still usable, despite the open spots where mud flies when the snowmobiles speed through. In one place the snowless patch was so big that it was pointless to try and go around it, so I just skiied over the turf instead. Was ok, but the glide wasn’t too good…

I visited my friendly neighbourhood ravine and found that a couple of guys had taken their snowmobiles inside Fiskhålsgraven. Thanks for ruining the snow for me.

I didn’t have any particular plan after that, so I just skiied aimlessly to the tundra and then found a small herd of reindeer on the plateau. I was a little bit surprised, I mean it’s not the first time I’ve seen reindeer on the mountain when there’s still snow on the ground, but it’s just that it’s so hard to believe that they can find anything to eat here. The only green things are the spruce and pine needles!