Goodbye Geilo

As always, the weather on the day you leave any sort of ski resort is always beautiful and clear and windless.  Luckily for us we still had our cross country skis, so nothing could stop us getting out and enjoying the morning before our afternoon train. The tracks had been freshly groomed and were just waiting for us...

Each day I've skied past this shed on the right.  It makes me smile as it's such a scandinavian looking colour...

with such a scandinavian name, graffittied on the side... 

As the full lap would have been too long for Jett, we crossed the lake partway up, on a precariously icy bridge.

 yup, icy... 

… then we continued on to the troll we'd been passing each day on our loop. The troll points across at the Hallingskarvet (glowing white beyond Jon there).

Now just to illustrate the weirdness of finishing our ski trips in the supermarket, here's Jon demonstrating how we get home...

into the supermarket… past the people wearing the crazy uniforms who look like they are going curling straight after their shift...

and where you can buy merino base-layers, just in the shampoo aisle.  

Then up to the forth floor, where our apartment was... 

and if it just been me and Jon out skiing, this is the normal sight when we get home...

Goodbye Geilo, it's been fun!