Crash! Buum, buum, crash!

7.00 A.M. Sunday 31th August. My body is tossed into the car, interrupting the light sleep I felt 3 hours before. More or less 700 km already made by car and three changes to the driving shift.

We are in the nearby of Kemi, a Finnish city on the border with Sweden, and Alexey K., at the driver’s seat, doesn’t resist the temptation of Morpheus and we crash against the guard rail.

No one got hurt, but both the left wheels have strange shapes no more cylindrical and the side of the car, tattooed by the containments barriers, has now a punk-rock style.

The Russian friends go off the car and, whit a completely different approach from the Italians one, they take it laughing, and solve the problem like that: since we had a huge amount of material we left with 2 cars and so we have been able to replace the two wheels out of use with the spare ones.

The car needs however a check but we will soon find out reluctantly and moreover, after a crazy research, that no rental agency is open on a non-working day. We have to wait till Monday.

We find refuge in a camping place in Tornio, faced on Botnia Bay, and we enjoy the sun.

For the first time in my life I collect edible mushrooms bigger than a thumb, so to ensure two abundant meals and appetizing culinary delights.

[caption id="attachment_6323" align="aligncenter" width="337"]Chef Sasha Chef Sasha[/caption]

We take advantage of the free Monday morning to prepare all the material and meticulously organize the loads for the wall.


I want to climb and I see myself already in the portaledge watching the sun blending gracefully with the sea until joining it lovingly.

I give to my friends the gifts Rab sent me and I stopped watching the wonder and happiness in receiving so much things. They thank me continuously, but I warn them that is not my value an d we re-promise to take very good pics on the Stetind in exchange to the material received.

In relations to this, I cannot that say how much I have appreciated for the Strata Hoodie mode: extremely comfortable as well as beautiful.

In the late afternoon, we can rent a car and, tired of wasting time, we drive at full speed towards our destination. More than 600 km of road.

It’s a 5 people team, Andrey the leader and expert in Norwagian lands, Aleksej K. the deputy, Aleksej O. the free climbing man, Sasha the Chef who also will help us taking the material at the base camp and me, light artillery officer and taken for the smoother and more compact sections.

In the middle of the night we reach our destination, a park place with toilet cabin…that’s luxury!

It’s drizzling.

We install the tents and, in the dark, I see from above the outline of the Stetind looking at us, I don’t hide the feel of fear! In any case, we fall asleep, waiting strongly the day after...

As soon as we get up, we enjoy an abundant breakfast in Russian style, which I appreciate a lot, having a really insatiable appetite.

It’s drizzling.

Clouds envelop the Stetind but, without any doubt, we take everything on the shoulders (at least 15 kg each) and we start the approach at a good pace: it will take about 2 hours (imm09).

The first part of the path goes alongside the river which ends in a beautiful little waterfall. Once get over it, we enter into the brush, and go through muds, so much to get our boots completely drenched, luckily in Gore-tex waterproof lining.

When the wall starts to be visible, with the thin mists going away, a forest of blueberries appeared in front of us. While others climb at a brisk pace I fill my mouth with this delicious berries, I think I've eaten a dozen handfuls and I am not exaggerating.

I reach them so at the end at the next base camp

It’s drizzling.

Not caring about the water, we assemble the tent and put the bags inside. With just our waterproofing jackets we go to the wall in order to study the new climbing line. Large streams cover the wall, like many tears on a face. The more we go up and the more the rain increases.

It’s raining strongly.

Now streams run on the rock.

We decide to go back in the valley and wait for a better weather, we believe in it.

At the car park, besides the public toilet, there’s an abandoned shack, opened on one side, and we use it like kitchen/living room and we camped there waiting for the rain to stop.

From the roof, a few drops fall down and, in short time, it creates pools, not allowing us to take off the waterproof dresses.

Besides us, to keep us company repaired from the heavy rain, there are two or three mice which try to steal some food falling from our hands, sometimes also walking on our shoes.

So we go sleep and also this time we have to deal with the water which is coming in through till the underlayer of the tent. But it does not matter. We go inside our sleeping bag and we sleep till the morning after

It’s raining

Grey sky, wind and incessant rain make postpone our wake up at nine o’ clock when we go out from the tents; it didn’t seem to stop, we have to check the weather forecast for the next days and in the nearby , at about 15 km, there’s a town with the free wi-fi.

We go by car for these few kilometres, the wipers struggles to move the rain away, waterfalls are going down from the road sides, apocalyptic scenes are in front of us.

It’s raining harder and harder

We arrive at the coffee shop and we take a coffee, very appreciated by the Russian guys. How much I would like to have an Italian coffee machine for a good espresso coffee!

We switch on our mobiles all together and we check the weather forecast, everyone is connected to a different website, but same reaction for all of us.

It seems that the next day it will be still bad and so it won’t be possible to go up at the upper camp to try climbing. However, we don’t exclude it a priori: after all I am away with Russian guys and, as it’s known, they’re very seeing out their goals.

The afternoon passes by between market and library, looking outside from the window there like a painting recalling the 'Nulla' of the movie The Neverending Story. For dinner we take repair, as usual, in the shack, around a table made of case-carton upside down.

Sasha makes some tea, pasta with canned meat and we have a lot of sweets; stories and laughs enliven the evening (obviously in Russian, of which it will be translate or me just a little part of all) and as background the neverending sound of the rain.

Wake up always at 9 am, the day is repeated as the day before and in the evening we are still all together trying to study a different tactical to get the climb.

We are considering changing the line to climb up, reduce the length of the line and so the time we have to spent on the wall.

Also on Friday and Saturday they give bad weather, so our plans will be realized on Sunday. I start feeling be very bothered by this weather! I escape from Italy, where this year it was nothing else than raining, and I come in Norway which reminiscent the Indian monsoons.

We go towards Narvik, a little bit further, and we visit the town which unfortunately loses its charm because of the gloomy weather. We take refuge in a mall and we look for the weather forecast once again. But..look at the news…rain! Till Monday the perturbation won’t give us a chance.

I have the flight back home on Wednesday and Tuesday is booked for the trip to go back.

By now, disconsolate we go back to our pseudo home and we make a tea

[caption id="attachment_6337" align="aligncenter" width="373"]5.30 pm 5.30 pm[/caption]

We must go up and dismantle the tent at the upper camp, we retrace our steps and cross the river which now is flowing in a rushing waterfall and pieces with mud seems to have become like quicksand. The only positive thing is the blueberry forest, always there, bigger and bigger, waiting for me.

I walk very fast to arrive before of my friends and I take some minutes alone under the wall, imagining about it.

Probably the indigestion of the blueberries and the rain make me a strange effect and a feeling of peace takes me. I feel good, regardless the failure of the expedition, I fell good dipped in this wilderness, I feel good because we have tried in any case, I feel good.

Despite the rain, no drops go through my body, the Xiom Jacket and Trousers make me feel safe, protect from the bad weather.

The team is coming, we dismantle the tent and load the material in order to take it back to the valley.

In the going down, we take a lot of mushrooms that we’ll use for dinner, the last one in this location. For this event a lot of mouses will take visit to us too, so much that Alexej K. will play with one of them as a cat with a mouse.

It’s raining.

We dismantle also the tent at the base camp, we go towards Narvik with all the equipment and we check again the weather forecast to understand what to do.

Weather forecast for the very next days: rain, heavy and abundant.

We decide to anticipate my return and I book a flight for Sunday from Tampere. We will travel all Saturday night and I and will also take a fine for speed, 10 km faster than the permitted limit.

Nothing to do, this year is like that, but the dream is just postponed.

As usual I and Andrey, we left with new promises and more and more exciting challenges to be accomplished. We are like that, doubts don’t stop us, indeed, it encourages us to dare more.

I thank Anna and Gabriel, marketing unit, who have been immediately helpful satisfying completely my requests. It’s good to find still people who trust in you and dare to take risk. Thanks again.

Crash! Buum, buum, crash!

7.00 A.M. Sunday 31th August. My body is tossed into the car, interrupting the light sleep I felt 3 hours before. More or less 700 km already made by car and three changes to the driving shift.

We are in the nearby of Kemi, a Finnish city on the border with Sweden, and Alexey K., at the driver’s seat, doesn’t resist the temptation of Morpheus and we crash against the guard rail.

No one got hurt, but both the left wheels have strange shapes no more cylindrical and the side of the car, tattooed by the containments barriers, has now a punk-rock style.

The Russian friends go off the car and, whit a completely different approach from the Italians one, they take it laughing, and solve the problem like that: since we had a huge amount of material we left with 2 cars and so we have been able to replace the two wheels out of use with the spare ones.

The car needs however a check but we will soon find out reluctantly and moreover, after a crazy research, that no rental agency is open on a non-working day. We have to wait till Monday.

We find refuge in a camping place in Tornio, faced on Botnia Bay, and we enjoy the sun.

For the first time in my life I collect edible mushrooms bigger than a thumb, so to ensure two abundant meals and appetizing culinary delights.

[caption id="attachment_6323" align="aligncenter" width="337"]Chef Sasha Chef Sasha[/caption]

We take advantage of the free Monday morning to prepare all the material and meticulously organize the loads for the wall.

I want to climb and I see myself already in the portaledge watching the sun blending gracefully with the sea until joining it lovingly.

I give to my friends the gifts Rab sent me and I stopped watching the wonder and happiness in receiving so much things. They thank me continuously, but I warn them that is not my value an d we re-promise to take very good pics on the Stetind in exchange to the material received.

In relations to this, I cannot that say how much I have appreciated for the Strata Hoodie mode: extremely comfortable as well as beautiful.

In the late afternoon, we can rent a car and, tired of wasting time, we drive at full speed towards our destination. More than 600 km of road.

It’s a 5 people team, Andrey the leader and expert in Norwagian lands, Aleksej K. the deputy, Aleksej O. the free climbing man, Sasha the Chef who also will help us taking the material at the base camp and me, light artillery officer and taken for the smoother and more compact sections.

In the middle of the night we reach our destination, a park place with toilet cabin…that’s luxury!

It’s drizzling.

We install the tents and, in the dark, I see from above the outline of the Stetind looking at us, I don’t hide the feel of fear! In any case, we fall asleep, waiting strongly the day after...

As soon as we get up, we enjoy an abundant breakfast in Russian style, which I appreciate a lot, having a really insatiable appetite.

It’s drizzling.

Clouds envelop the Stetind but, without any doubt, we take everything on the shoulders (at least 15 kg each) and we start the approach at a good pace: it will take about 2 hours (imm09).

The first part of the path goes alongside the river which ends in a beautiful little waterfall. Once get over it, we enter into the brush, and go through muds, so much to get our boots completely drenched, luckily in Gore-tex waterproof lining.

When the wall starts to be visible, with the thin mists going away, a forest of blueberries appeared in front of us. While others climb at a brisk pace I fill my mouth with this delicious berries, I think I've eaten a dozen handfuls and I am not exaggerating.

I reach them so at the end at the next base camp

It’s drizzling.

Not caring about the water, we assemble the tent and put the bags inside. With just our waterproofing jackets we go to the wall in order to study the new climbing line. Large streams cover the wall, like many tears on a face. The more we go up and the more the rain increases.

It’s raining strongly.

Now streams run on the rock.

We decide to go back in the valley and wait for a better weather, we believe in it.

At the car park, besides the public toilet, there’s an abandoned shack, opened on one side, and we use it like kitchen/living room and we camped there waiting for the rain to stop.

From the roof, a few drops fall down and, in short time, it creates pools, not allowing us to take off the waterproof dresses.

Besides us, to keep us company repaired from the heavy rain, there are two or three mice which try to steal some food falling from our hands, sometimes also walking on our shoes.

So we go sleep and also this time we have to deal with the water which is coming in through till the underlayer of the tent. But it does not matter. We go inside our sleeping bag and we sleep till the morning after

It’s raining

Grey sky, wind and incessant rain make postpone our wake up at nine o’ clock when we go out from the tents; it didn’t seem to stop, we have to check the weather forecast for the next days and in the nearby , at about 15 km, there’s a town with the free wi-fi.

We go by car for these few kilometres, the wipers struggles to move the rain away, waterfalls are going down from the road sides, apocalyptic scenes are in front of us.

It’s raining harder and harder

We arrive at the coffee shop and we take a coffee, very appreciated by the Russian guys. How much I would like to have an Italian coffee machine for a good espresso coffee!

We switch on our mobiles all together and we check the weather forecast, everyone is connected to a different website, but same reaction for all of us.

It seems that the next day it will be still bad and so it won’t be possible to go up at the upper camp to try climbing. However, we don’t exclude it a priori: after all I am away with Russian guys and, as it’s known, they’re very seeing out their goals.

The afternoon passes by between market and library, looking outside from the window there like a painting recalling the 'Nulla' of the movie The Neverending Story. For dinner we take repair, as usual, in the shack, around a table made of case-carton upside down.

Sasha makes some tea, pasta with canned meat and we have a lot of sweets; stories and laughs enliven the evening (obviously in Russian, of which it will be translate or me just a little part of all) and as background the neverending sound of the rain.

Wake up always at 9 am, the day is repeated as the day before and in the evening we are still all together trying to study a different tactical to get the climb.

We are considering changing the line to climb up, reduce the length of the line and so the time we have to spent on the wall.

Also on Friday and Saturday they give bad weather, so our plans will be realized on Sunday. I start feeling be very bothered by this weather! I escape from Italy, where this year it was nothing else than raining, and I come in Norway which reminiscent the Indian monsoons.

We go towards Narvik, a little bit further, and we visit the town which unfortunately loses its charm because of the gloomy weather. We take refuge in a mall and we look for the weather forecast once again. But..look at the news…rain! Till Monday the perturbation won’t give us a chance.

I have the flight back home on Wednesday and Tuesday is booked for the trip to go back.

By now, disconsolate we go back to our pseudo home and we make a tea

[caption id="attachment_6337" align="aligncenter" width="373"]5.30 pm 5.30 pm[/caption]

We must go up and dismantle the tent at the upper camp, we retrace our steps and cross the river which now is flowing in a rushing waterfall and pieces with mud seems to have become like quicksand. The only positive thing is the blueberry forest, always there, bigger and bigger, waiting for me.

I walk very fast to arrive before of my friends and I take some minutes alone under the wall, imagining about it.

Probably the indigestion of the blueberries and the rain make me a strange effect and a feeling of peace takes me. I feel good, regardless the failure of the expedition, I fell good dipped in this wilderness, I feel good because we have tried in any case, I feel good.

Despite the rain, no drops go through my body, the Xiom Jacket and Trousers make me feel safe, protect from the bad weather.

The team is coming, we dismantle the tent and load the material in order to take it back to the valley.

In the going down, we take a lot of mushrooms that we’ll use for dinner, the last one in this location. For this event a lot of mouses will take visit to us too, so much that Alexej K. will play with one of them as a cat with a mouse.

It’s raining.

We dismantle also the tent at the base camp, we go towards Narvik with all the equipment and we check again the weather forecast to understand what to do.

Weather forecast for the very next days: rain, heavy and abundant.

We decide to anticipate my return and I book a flight for Sunday from Tampere. We will travel all Saturday night and I and will also take a fine for speed, 10 km faster than the permitted limit.

Nothing to do, this year is like that, but the dream is just postponed.

As usual I and Andrey, we left with new promises and more and more exciting challenges to be accomplished. We are like that, doubts don’t stop us, indeed, it encourages us to dare more.

I thank Anna and Gabriel, marketing unit, who have been immediately helpful satisfying completely my requests. It’s good to find still people who trust in you and dare to take risk. Thanks again.

Diego Pezzoli

Crash! Buum, buum, crash!

7.00 A.M. Sunday 31th August. My body is tossed into the car, interrupting the light sleep I felt 3 hours before. More or less 700 km already made by car and three changes to the driving shift.

We are in the nearby of Kemi, a Finnish city on the border with Sweden, and Alexey K., at the driver’s seat, doesn’t resist the temptation of Morpheus and we crash against the guard rail.

No one got hurt, but both the left wheels have strange shapes no more cylindrical and the side of the car, tattooed by the containments barriers, has now a punk-rock style.

The Russian friends go off the car and, whit a completely different approach from the Italians one, they take it laughing, and solve the problem like that: since we had a huge amount of material we left with 2 cars and so we have been able to replace the two wheels out of use with the spare ones.

The car needs however a check but we will soon find out reluctantly and moreover, after a crazy research, that no rental agency is open on a non-working day. We have to wait till Monday.

We find refuge in a camping place in Tornio, faced on Botnia Bay, and we enjoy the sun.

For the first time in my life I collect edible mushrooms bigger than a thumb, so to ensure two abundant meals and appetizing culinary delights.

[caption id="attachment_6323" align="aligncenter" width="337"]Chef Sasha Chef Sasha[/caption]

We take advantage of the free Monday morning to prepare all the material and meticulously organize the loads for the wall.

I want to climb and I see myself already in the portaledge watching the sun blending gracefully with the sea until joining it lovingly.

I give to my friends the gifts Rab sent me and I stopped watching the wonder and happiness in receiving so much things. They thank me continuously, but I warn them that is not my value an d we re-promise to take very good pics on the Stetind in exchange to the material received.

In relations to this, I cannot that say how much I have appreciated for the Strata Hoodie mode: extremely comfortable as well as beautiful.

In the late afternoon, we can rent a car and, tired of wasting time, we drive at full speed towards our destination. More than 600 km of road.

It’s a 5 people team, Andrey the leader and expert in Norwagian lands, Aleksej K. the deputy, Aleksej O. the free climbing man, Sasha the Chef who also will help us taking the material at the base camp and me, light artillery officer and taken for the smoother and more compact sections.

In the middle of the night we reach our destination, a park place with toilet cabin…that’s luxury!

It’s drizzling.

We install the tents and, in the dark, I see from above the outline of the Stetind looking at us, I don’t hide the feel of fear! In any case, we fall asleep, waiting strongly the day after...

As soon as we get up, we enjoy an abundant breakfast in Russian style, which I appreciate a lot, having a really insatiable appetite.

It’s drizzling.

Clouds envelop the Stetind but, without any doubt, we take everything on the shoulders (at least 15 kg each) and we start the approach at a good pace: it will take about 2 hours (imm09).

The first part of the path goes alongside the river which ends in a beautiful little waterfall. Once get over it, we enter into the brush, and go through muds, so much to get our boots completely drenched, luckily in Gore-tex waterproof lining.

When the wall starts to be visible, with the thin mists going away, a forest of blueberries appeared in front of us. While others climb at a brisk pace I fill my mouth with this delicious berries, I think I've eaten a dozen handfuls and I am not exaggerating.

I reach them so at the end at the next base camp

It’s drizzling.

Not caring about the water, we assemble the tent and put the bags inside. With just our waterproofing jackets we go to the wall in order to study the new climbing line. Large streams cover the wall, like many tears on a face. The more we go up and the more the rain increases.

It’s raining strongly.

Now streams run on the rock.

We decide to go back in the valley and wait for a better weather, we believe in it.

At the car park, besides the public toilet, there’s an abandoned shack, opened on one side, and we use it like kitchen/living room and we camped there waiting for the rain to stop.

From the roof, a few drops fall down and, in short time, it creates pools, not allowing us to take off the waterproof dresses.

Besides us, to keep us company repaired from the heavy rain, there are two or three mice which try to steal some food falling from our hands, sometimes also walking on our shoes.

So we go sleep and also this time we have to deal with the water which is coming in through till the underlayer of the tent. But it does not matter. We go inside our sleeping bag and we sleep till the morning after

It’s raining

Grey sky, wind and incessant rain make postpone our wake up at nine o’ clock when we go out from the tents; it didn’t seem to stop, we have to check the weather forecast for the next days and in the nearby , at about 15 km, there’s a town with the free wi-fi.

We go by car for these few kilometres, the wipers struggles to move the rain away, waterfalls are going down from the road sides, apocalyptic scenes are in front of us.

It’s raining harder and harder

We arrive at the coffee shop and we take a coffee, very appreciated by the Russian guys. How much I would like to have an Italian coffee machine for a good espresso coffee!

We switch on our mobiles all together and we check the weather forecast, everyone is connected to a different website, but same reaction for all of us.

It seems that the next day it will be still bad and so it won’t be possible to go up at the upper camp to try climbing. However, we don’t exclude it a priori: after all I am away with Russian guys and, as it’s known, they’re very seeing out their goals.

The afternoon passes by between market and library, looking outside from the window there like a painting recalling the 'Nulla' of the movie The Neverending Story. For dinner we take repair, as usual, in the shack, around a table made of case-carton upside down.

Sasha makes some tea, pasta with canned meat and we have a lot of sweets; stories and laughs enliven the evening (obviously in Russian, of which it will be translate or me just a little part of all) and as background the neverending sound of the rain.

Wake up always at 9 am, the day is repeated as the day before and in the evening we are still all together trying to study a different tactical to get the climb.

We are considering changing the line to climb up, reduce the length of the line and so the time we have to spent on the wall.

Also on Friday and Saturday they give bad weather, so our plans will be realized on Sunday. I start feeling be very bothered by this weather! I escape from Italy, where this year it was nothing else than raining, and I come in Norway which reminiscent the Indian monsoons.

We go towards Narvik, a little bit further, and we visit the town which unfortunately loses its charm because of the gloomy weather. We take refuge in a mall and we look for the weather forecast once again. But..look at the news…rain! Till Monday the perturbation won’t give us a chance.

I have the flight back home on Wednesday and Tuesday is booked for the trip to go back.

By now, disconsolate we go back to our pseudo home and we make a tea

[caption id="attachment_6337" align="aligncenter" width="373"]5.30 pm 5.30 pm[/caption]

We must go up and dismantle the tent at the upper camp, we retrace our steps and cross the river which now is flowing in a rushing waterfall and pieces with mud seems to have become like quicksand. The only positive thing is the blueberry forest, always there, bigger and bigger, waiting for me.

I walk very fast to arrive before of my friends and I take some minutes alone under the wall, imagining about it.

Probably the indigestion of the blueberries and the rain make me a strange effect and a feeling of peace takes me. I feel good, regardless the failure of the expedition, I fell good dipped in this wilderness, I feel good because we have tried in any case, I feel good.

Despite the rain, no drops go through my body, the Xiom Jacket and Trousers make me feel safe, protect from the bad weather.

The team is coming, we dismantle the tent and load the material in order to take it back to the valley.

In the going down, we take a lot of mushrooms that we’ll use for dinner, the last one in this location. For this event a lot of mouses will take visit to us too, so much that Alexej K. will play with one of them as a cat with a mouse.

It’s raining.

We dismantle also the tent at the base camp, we go towards Narvik with all the equipment and we check again the weather forecast to understand what to do.

Weather forecast for the very next days: rain, heavy and abundant.

We decide to anticipate my return and I book a flight for Sunday from Tampere. We will travel all Saturday night and I and will also take a fine for speed, 10 km faster than the permitted limit.

Nothing to do, this year is like that, but the dream is just postponed.

As usual I and Andrey, we left with new promises and more and more exciting challenges to be accomplished. We are like that, doubts don’t stop us, indeed, it encourages us to dare more.

I thank Anna and Gabriel, marketing unit, who have been immediately helpful satisfying completely my requests. It’s good to find still people who trust in you and dare to take risk. Thanks again.

Diego Pezzoli