February swiftly came around and I found myself waiting in Tromsø airport for Jeff to arrive from France. Even as I sat in the busy airport with all the hustle and bustle of day-to-day city life going on around me, I started to get glimpses of the beauty that was in store for us. The sun was going down and as I looked out of the airport window and past the concrete jungle of carparks and buildings, I could see the mountains that towered above the Tromsø fjords turning pink in the evening light. Butterflies took off in my stomach, as I realised that the next time I saw the sunset, I’d more than likely be on the side of a similar mountain somewhere on the Island of Senja.
Jeff and I only had 8 days of climbing time in Norway and after the first three of these, Mathis Dumas would be arriving and we’d need to prioritise our time to work on some photography with him. As a result, we were keen to make the most of our first three days of “free” time, but after the sun came up on our first climbing day of the trip and I saw the unbelievable beauty of our surroundings, I knew that getting good photos wouldn’t be an issue.
Jeff had been to Senja a couple of times before and he had a rough grasp of the area and an idea of some possible objectives for us to explore. We had a fairly relaxed start to day one, driving around the local fjords to where we were staying, our eyes searching out possible lines for the trip. We saw a bunch of potential routes and, wasting no time, proceeded to get stuck into some steep and pumpy mixed action that very afternoon.