11/05/2026
Finnmark 2026!
Not gonna lie, the come-down from this one has been rough. Finished the season with incredible conditions, in an other-worldly place with the most epic of crews.
As for my Lyngen trip, the weather throughout the Arctic had been warm and we travelled as much in hope as in expectation. Conditions in this part of the world can be impossible to predict and luck is always required for everything to line up. It seems we’ve all been living just lives as the temperatures dropped and the clouds opened to smother the unreal landscape for our arrival. We rode the seemingly never-ending storm, always hunting a longed-for or confidently-predicted window that remained ever-elusive. Until it didn’t and we could release the shackles and charge the seemingly endless powder field from the ethereal summit to the deep, distant sea. A run and a line that saturated the consciousness, that transcended snowboarding and touched on the spiritual. A run where no-one wanted to leave as to do so would acknowledge its end.
One more day, a mighty summit, once the highest in the region, now re-shaped by shrinking ice to fall a few metres short. Another stunning descent, reduced only by the knowledge that nothing could ever match the day before, then the fickle Arctic weather changed again, snatching away our fragile window of snow and weather.
Five days of the most epic riding, some down time and a last tour scavenged from the journey home is a return I’ll take any time. Massive thanks to my crew, up for anything up and down the mountain with an incredible attitude and spirit.
I know I’m getting carried away with my prose here, but this place really does defy description. A last frontier of adventure.
