The next day, the world looked completely different. We were welcomed by the sun and a first view of the snow-covered mountains around Olafsfjordur. On the way to the lodge of Arctic Heli Skiing Iceland, our anticipation increased even more and we could hardly keep our feet still. Quickly putting on our touring boots, getting on the helicopter and off we were flying over the sea at high speed, up to the first summit. The helicopter took off and the only thing we heard was the cold wind blowing around us. The view was breathtaking - untracked powder and endless slopes as far as you could see. I could hardly believe it - a feeling of happiness and freedom overcame me, and I was thankful to experience something like this.
We tightened the ski boots - let's go! We made our first turns towards the sea in perfect snow. Shortly before we reached the sea, we stopped right in front of the helicopter, still overwhelmed by the descent. But this was by far not the last ride of the day, we immediately headed towards further summits. Far too early the sun disappeared behind the mountains and we flew back to the lodge - what a day!