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Location
Participants
Plans
Expedition
- It says 7.1km. And the map shows something like a track. I guess I'll have to go and take a look. -- relet 16:13, 05 April 2010 (MESZ)
- I am near. 400m, and this time, there is a hiking path. -- relet @60.2109,10.1976 17:43, 06 April 2010 (MESZ)
- Crossing undersnow brooks, of course. Ducksocks! -- relet @60.2109,10.1976 17:50, 06 April 2010 (MESZ)
- I can understand how religions can form around things like a big rock - or in my case: a big stick. I made 50m of progress. -- relet @60.2110,10.1963 18:09, 06 April 2010 (MESZ)
- We learned in school that water always chooses the easiest path: this tells the intrepid geohasher that HE shouldn't. -- relet @60.2115,10.1941 18:32, 06 April 2010 (MESZ)
- 45! I feel widified. -- relet @60.2115,10.1913 18:47, 06 April 2010 (MESZ)
- Coordinates reached! Woo! -- relet @60.2118,10.1910 18:54, 06 April 2010 (MESZ)
- The way back was surprisingly easy. Stick got stuck at about the place I found him. I think he meant to stay. And now for the somewhat annoying cycling home in wet shoes part. I call it the Nordic Triathlon. -- relet @60.2118,10.1910 19:23, 06 April 2010 (MESZ)
- Phew. I deserve me a pizza. -- relet @60.1504,10.2558 20:00, 06 April 2010 (MESZ)
Tracklog
Videos
This is how you identify a brook below the snow. (Turn on your speakers!)
Photos
It's all about wood: Norske Skog.
This looks as if it is going to get just as wet as the other day.
Yay! It's a hiking path, right to the hash!
Yay! That's what a hiking path looks like in winter.
There is one river hidden in this picture.
I proceeded in very small steps.
..just to meet the next bigger river.
You should not have tried to step on this bit (which is shown in the smashed-with-a-big-stick state)
River forded - hooray!
Elg!
Eventually, coordinates were reached.
Tired grin, with Stick in the background.
If it weren't for the trees and stitching failures, I would have shown you a panorama of this.
My snow is this deep.
My shoe is this wet.
The only sane person in this expedition, Trusty waited for me next to the road.
