We glided down the valley to Innsbruck – listening to Bob Marley on the speaker – arriving just in time for a late-night sausage at a food stand down town.
Innsbruck is such a cool city. Nestled in between the high Alps it is only natural that it hold the status as the Capitol of the Alps.
The night in the crib of the farmstead by the lake close to Garmisch offered us the best sleep so far on this journey. Dry, warm and complete silence except for the small river passing close by.
The Black Forest, home to Hansel und Gretchen and other spooky Grimm tales, lied in front of us.
Cruising the long stretch, on the train all the way through the rest of Germany and into Denmark.
Scandinavia at last. And the ocean. The first smell of the ocean since our journey started left a hint of home some hundred kilometres North.
It had been cold during the night as we woke up to rime all over our sleeping bags, yet comfy as we laid there about 20m above the beach protected by the high grass.
We flew at low altitudes along the coast line into the Oslo Fjord before touching water again at Fornebu.
We are here, inspired by the essence of “field-testing” the upcoming line-up of Amundsen Sports winter clothing – in the harsh climate of Denali´s jagged spires jutting up from the glacier like broken teeth.
24 hours of field testing at Brainhard Lake, Colorado, USA
We travelled to the backlands of Vail in search of fall colours. Instead, we woke up to a landscape covered in white. See the pictures from Field Test #4
The Rise of Ski Touring and the Misadventures of Roald Amundsen