Arctic Circle

We didn’t overthink it. Just like Roald Amundsen in 1910, we started from home — only we had no plan. He called adventure “bad planning,” but he planned to perfection. We wanted the opposite.
We wanted real adventure.

We left Oslo with heavy packs and a fishing rod, crossed Nordmarka, and caught a train to Hallingdal. From our mountain cabin, skis replaced bikes, and we followed the snow west across the plateau — fishing at Flybu, staying at Øljabu, and finally dropping our skis to hike through Aurlandsdalen to the fjord. Paddleboards took us deeper in, until we met our bikes again and rode over Sognefjell’s winding pass.

From Lom to Otta, then north by train to Bodø, and by boat into Lofoten. We biked to the southern tip, staying with fishermen along the way. Two weeks in, the journey had shaped itself — through rain, snow, sea, and story. No plan, just movement — and the feeling of having lived something worth remembering.