Day:213, Words:213

There are several 'summer posts' scattered around Øksfjord that locals will walk to and write their names in the notebooks that sit in each 'post box'. The post set at the highest point is on 'Middagstind', a mountain peak at around 850 metres above sea level. The climb up is tough, the way down is at times treacheros and murder on the knees. I decided it was time to take my nine year old son on a moutainous adventure.

We set off at 10.30 and I tried to remember the correct path to start on. At about the 200 metre mark, we started to sweat and the insects invaded. Flies, mosquitoes and a bunch of other unidentified annoying animals surrounded our heads, occassionally darting in and out of ears, noses and mouths.

After a good 2 hours, we could see the top and skipped towards the rocky tower with new energy. We scribbled down our names in the scruffy exercise book and sat there inhaling the 360 degree views.

The trip down was less than enjoyable. The fields of loose rocks on the steep decline caused multiple falls and the occassional mini avalanche. After an hour and a half of knee shaking pain, we were on flat land and boasting of our accomplishments.

 

 

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