Grey clouds are covering the sky while I feel the cold wind on my cheeks which brings a somehow spicy scent from the forest. I am standing with Taiga at the parking place of „Vierkantvann“ on this colorless November day. The narrow path next to the almost square-shaped lake is covered with ice so that I have to walk next to it in the harsh snow to find a good grip.
We are crossing a mire before we head deeper into the forest and we jump over creeks where the first icicles are growing at the water’s edge before the narrow path turns to the right after two kilometers and leads up on the mountain „Kristofjellet“.
From the top of Kristofjellet you can see the southern end of lake „Langfjordvatnet“, behind the lake you can see Russia on the horizon.
On the other side of the mountain you can see the waste dump from the iron ore mine in Bjørnevatn on the horizon. The wind up here is chilly, therefore I am not staying very long up here. In addition, the days are already quite short and I can see the sun coloring the horizon orange on my way back although it isn’t even midday.
