Low water in California made the decision to head back to Norway pretty easy. After a whirl wind tour of the Danish highland's we opted for the more scenic and leisurely option of sailing to Oslo from Copenhagen. Well worth the extra kroner.
High water greeted us as we turned off E6 and up the Sjoa valley. Evidence of the bumper winter was everywhere. Plenty of snow sitting high on the hills about the Sjoa Valley. Jackpot!
Through some good fortune and advanced planning, we managed to acquire better accommodation for the season. It’s an interesting notion when running water; toilet, shower and a kitchen seem like luxuries. TIL.
Due to the high water, I spent my first week running the regular section of the Sjoa. An Antarctic season and late dry summer meant I hadn’t paddled much since the end of last season in Norway so there was a little rust in the system.
|Hamish Tills lines squares up in the second slide|
Another benefit in returning to the valley for a second season, stepping back into a solid team of kayakers. Paddling with people I know and trust makes exploring and running harder white water much easier and more enjoyable.
An early onset of valley fever sent a few of us slightly further afield to the Stor Ula River. Good flows and sunshine greeted us as we made the short walk to put-in. It was a welcome change to the relatively low flows we had the previous season.
|Drive right so you don't go left. Simple when it works.|
|The end of the rainbow is...|
Multiple laps, photo’s and Tyron had us whittle the afternoon. We were joined by semi-local’s such as ourselves, Hamish and Dipesh. A few more laps saw us head down stream and the bottom water falls.
High water (higher than we were happy with) and a distinct lack of courage meant that none of the team plucked up the pair needed to run triple combo.
Where is Will Hartman when you need him?
Next up: Voss road trip and extreme week.