We park by Jægervatnet, a lake west of Store Jægervasstind, and shoulder our packs filled with sleeping bags, sleeping pads, food, cooking equipment, crampons, ropes and ice axes. Originally, we had dreamed of a bivi on the razor-sharp summit ridge in order to wake up and ski the 1,543 meters down into the sunrise. However, the insidious westerly weather does not exactly inspire high mountain accommodations. Plan B, therefore, is to descend the north face, then bivi at the foot of the mountain called Lenangstindan in order to ski a new couloir the next day.
After traversing a forest road for a kilometre and a half, we finally start working our way up the massive terrain. 1,543 vertical meters is a lot longer than you think when you start from sea level. On the horizon to the northwest, we glimpse a cluster of very dark clouds that were definitely not there when we started skinning. The mood in the group is marked by the changing weather, and at some point, we simply must ask ourselves if we really have any business being out here with such an unpredictable weather forecast. We agree that as long as we have enough visibility on the top ridge to avoid the nasty cornices, it does not matter if we have to skin blind a little on the way. After discussing different scenarios and clarifying expectations, not only does the mood in the group lighten up, but when we reach an altitude of 1000 meters, we can start to make out blue skies behind the black, heavy clouds. Motivation increases and so does the pace. Is this the weather window we have been waiting for? We still have more than 500 steep meters to go, and it is clearly going to be a race against the clock.