Miserable weather + recording guestbook entries
Index
| Date | Peak | Height | PF | Location | WCP/FP | MAP |
| 10.11.25 | Øyrahornet | 417m | 42m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | WCP | MAP |
| 10.11.25 | Sandvikhornet | 352m | 14m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | MAP | |
| 11.11.25 | Nonshornet | 485m | 7m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | WCP | MAP |
| 12.11.25 | Rambjøra | 132m | 109m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | WCP | MAP |
| 13.11.25 | Sandvikhornet | 352m | 14m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | MAP | |
| 13.11.25 | Skåla | 184m | 86m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | MAP | |
| 14.11.25 | Huldrehornet | 271m | 113m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | WCP | MAP |
| 14.11.25 | Lidafjellet | 200m | 47m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | WCP | MAP |
| 15.11.25 | Sandvikhornet | 352m | 14m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | MAP | |
| 15.11.25 | Rysseviktua | 452m | 34m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | MAP | |
| 16.11.25 | Hellestadberget | 131m | 36m | Ulstein, Norway | WCP | MAP |
| 16.11.25 | Høgåsen | 240m | 240m | Ulstein, Norway | WCP | MAP |
| 16.11.25 | Huldrehornet | 271m | 113m | Herøy, M&R, Norway | WCP | MAP |
Øyrahornet (417m), Sandvikhornet (352m), Nov 10 2025
Monday: This afternoon I went to record the guestbook entries on Øyrahornet and Sandvikhornet.
When I started out, I knew I would reach the top before it got dark. I racked up the podcasts and was able to ignore the rain.
The first podcast was with a writer from Pakistani descent. They talked about the concept of having multiple identities. In other words, there’s not only one identity that defines you. That maybe so, but I found it difficult to wrap my head around it. Like, couldn’t you just sum up all your identities and call that your identity? The episode ended with the author completely contradicting himself on the topic.
It was altogether a confusing topic..
I got to the top of Øyrahornet, turned on my headlamp, took a picture of the last page in the guestbook and sat course for Sandvikhornet.
The route from Øyrahornet to Sandvikhornet is off-trail. I just aimed for the vague contour of the ridge on the other side of the valley, crossing a river along the way.
Crossing Sandvikhornet, I had a rocky and slippery route ahead of me, down the mountain. I was almost down in Sandvikskaret when gave myself a pat on the shoulder for still mastering rugged and slippery terrain in the darkness.
Then I fell.
Well, I didn’t actually fall per se, but I slammed my knee into a juniper root that was hidden by bushes. The root was hard as rock, and I fell over in agony. It was my bad knee too. I knew immediately that I was bleeding.
I was lying almost upside down in the bushes for a good five minutes before I was mentally fit enough to try to get up.
Once I concluded that nothing was broken, I started to limp down. Fortunately, the car wasn’t far away. I had to cross the Øyraelva river, which was a challenge with one foot barely supporting me.
Fortunately, the knee got quickly better, and I got away with just the scare…
As a hilariously contrast, Anne sent me pictures from Gran Canaria…
Trip statistics: 6,2km, 520 vertical meters, 1h:58m
Nonshornet (485m), Nov 11 2025
Tuesday: This afternoon was pretty much like the previous. It was raining and I was on my way to record another guestbook.
The goal for this afternoon was Nonshornet above Tjørvåg.
This hike is a bit boring, and the path is miserable. I figured a new podcast would help me to not think too much about the path.
The person interviewed was the head of the Norwegian Police Security Service, and I figured that could be interesting. I don’t know why I had my hopes up, as she couldn’t really tell us anything interesting. I guess I should have expected that from a secret service. Her life story was however much more interesting.
When I hear people in their 40-50’s talk about the old days, I feel really old. It’s nice to be able to understand the different humor, codes and cultural references from the past decades, but fewer and fewer understand MY humor, codes and references.
How I had a crush on Marilyn Monroe when I was 10 years old. Marilyn who? Not to mention Olivia Newton John back in ’78. Olivia who? The 1974 soccer world cup. When Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da came out in ’68. The music classes at school where we only listened to Abba. Maybe the sorest topic is that no one (even my own generation) seems to remember the 2002 jeans from the late 70’s.
Eventually, I reached the top and took a picture of the guestbook.
Now what? Should I continue all the way to Sollia? Nah, it was raining even more now. I walked a little up and down on the nearby humps, just to get 500 vertical meters in total.
Then I headed back down…
In the evening, Anne kept sending me pictures from Gran Canaria. Thanks…
Trip statistics: 6,5km, 520 vertical meters, 1h:46m
Rambjøra (132m), Nov 12 2025
Wednesday: The weather was miserable all day long. Non-stop rain. But when it got dark, I found the motivation to go to Rambjøra to record the guestbook entries.
Through Facebook, we’ve encouraged everyone in our local region to do this for us, if they’re out walking. But no one seems to be out walking! At least not outside paved roads. But it’s OK. I’m out there anyway…
I was happy to find another new “Drivkraft” podcast. Today, it was a philosophy professor who talked about – among other things – evil.
People are not evil. People can do evil things. Some do enough evil things to possibly imply an evil trend, but most people who does evil things shouldn’t be defined by that.
That was something to ponder on!
For some time, I was wondering if we are generically good or bad. Interesting studies points out that empathy and a sense of right or wrong is quite visible with infants. Evil and hatred is taught – through environment and/or fear.
Interesting topic…
Suddenly I was up. I took a picture of the last page in the guestbook, continued towards Dragsund and continued listening to the professor.
I was soaking wet from top to bottom when I got back home. The podcast ended when I put my key in the door. How’s that for timing…
Trip statistics: 3,8km, 140 vertical meters, 0h:55m
Sandvikhornet (352m), Skåla (184m), Nov 13 2025
Thursday: And then came the snow. At least in the air. It melted before it hit the ground.
When I logged off work, I hadn’t considered the possibility of white mountain tops on the coastline. But sure enough, snow had fallen.
The goal was to go to Rysseviktua (452m) to record the latest guestbook entries. In a local scale, this top is a bit “remote”. The shortest route would be from the Moltu side, but I didn’t want to drive up there if it had been snowing. So, I started out from Sandvika, which meant I had to pass Sandvikhornet first.
I brought the lopper with me, determined to kill the juniper root that almost made a big hole in my knee 3 days earlier. The knee was still painful, and I hated that root. After a few minutes, I had reduced the size and made the root visible for others.
Like always, I was wearing terrain running shoes, but I hadn’t brought woollen socks. I regretted that. My feet were – although not cold yet – soaking wet and snow was awaiting higher up.
The weather was not bad, but I could see that it wouldn’t stay that way.
When I arrived on Sandvikhornet, a snowstorm was in the making.
After just 100 meters, I felt that reaching Ryssevikhornet was not something I wanted to do today and returned to Sandvikhornet.
Descending Sandvikhornet was an incredibly slippery affair. A bad fall here would not be good at all, because I had no extra warm clothes in my rucksack. I’d better stay on my feet.
Today’s podcast was about Norwegians going to Syria to fight with ISIS, with a caliphate as the end goal. I didn’t feel any sympathy them. Their level of tolerance towards other fellow humans isn’t something that calls for my respect.
But there was a Norwegian woman – a mother of 5 – all virtually abducted from Norway – as part of a cleverly executed plan. IMHO, there were enough red flags to prevent this from ever happening, and I wondered if I was at all capable of being lured into a mess of which I couldn’t get out of. I really struggled to see that could ever happen, but I won’t be a judge of others.
In any case, I was happy to learn that the mother and the children escaped from the claws of ISIS’ and that they could return to their normal life.
I “survived” the descent from Sandvikhornet, and I knew that the guestbook on Skåla hadn’t been reported in yet. So, I went up there. The weather wasn’t pleasant, but I got the job done.
I didn’t reach my daily 500 vertical meters, but it was close enough. I was still ahead of the plan – 200,000 vertical meters by the end of the year. With today’s 460 vertical meters, my year total was 193,410m and I still had 1,5 months to complete the final 6590 meters.
Trip statistics: 5,2km, 460 vertical meters, 1h:37m
Huldrehornet (271m), Lidafjellet (200m), Nov 14 2025
Friday: Only 3 more guestbooks to record and I would get two of them today, by hiking Huldrehornet via lake Stemmedalsvatnet. Maybe it’s because of the weather, but no one else in the trail group has been out to record # of visitors on the mountain tops we maintain trails for.
The weather wasn’t great when I headed out from Stemmedalen, but it was only snow showers.
The shower passed after a couple of minutes.
I took a picture of the guestbook by the lake and then moved on towards Huldrehornet.
I had brought the Canon in case there was a nice light in the horizon. It wasn’t 10/10 but better than a snowstorm.
Fresh snow everywhere, but not a lot. The only change in clothing from my autumn hikes was ancle gaiters. I was still waring terrain running shoes, but I had good socks.
Today’s podcast was about one of Norway’s most popular politicians, engaging in a sexual relationship with a 13–14-year-old girl. When she exposed him, he threw her under the bus. Two different stories, one of them untrue. He denied all accusations but 3 courts found him guilty.
I think I am gullible at heart, but life has turned me into a cynic. I’m highly sceptical and cautious about the information I receive. Why did I receive this information, by whom and why was the information put out there in the first place. Who has an agenda in feeding me this information?
My gut feeling said the girl was telling the truth, and the guy was lying his teeth out.
I reached the top of Huldrehornet, recorded the guestbook entries and wondered why I hardly meet anyone on the trail.
This was the first time since 1998 I had the thought – I need to get a life.
I have a life when Anne’s around. When she’s not, I’m just working, eating, hiking and sleeping. Maybe a should start thinking about life 3.0.
I returned to the car via Lidafjellet.
Trip statistics: 5,7km, 340 vertical meters, 1h:39m
Sandvikhornet (352m), Rysseviktua (449m), Nov 15 2025
Saturday: I was up early and logged on to work before 8am. It was the monthly maintenance at work, and today, I was on duty. A few hours later, the first part of the work was done, and I drove to Ulsteinvik and Ørsta for errands.
It wasn’t a planned purchase, but in Ørsta, I ended up with a pair of La Sportiva Akyra GTX. I’ve been using the Ultra Raptor for the last decade, but the salesman talked me into trying out the Akyras.
I had only one more guestbook to record – Rysseviktua, and with new terrain shoes, new woollen socks and new ancle gaiters, I was ready to take on the snow plod to the top.
The weather had been terrible all day, and on my way to Sandvika, it was non-stop hail. But when I got there, it had let up.
I appreciated an easy start to the hike. More hail showers would be inevitable, and so I made sure appreciate the breaks in-between.
My first goal was to get up to Sandvikhornet. If I got there without any hassle, I would surely make it to Rysseviktua.
The weather was OK until it was not…
Another hail shower came upon me, but I was properly dressed for the occasion.
Today’s podcast was about the Norwegian band Kråkesølv and the documentary about the lead person who suddenly got arrested on a serious drug charge. It was a sad story and a sad end to a promising band. It was mostly a story about addiction. I’ve never tried drugs myself, but I don’t find it hard to understand the cause and effect.
I got to Sandvikhornet without any hassle, but the hardest part was ahead of me.
The wind was really strong. Hail showers came and went and the snow in places was quite deep. Knee deep!
But finally, I had Rysseviktua ahead of me. On my way there, I stepped into a small pond covered by snow. I had water halfway up to my knee, but I didn’t feel particularly wet. And my feet definitely didn’t feel cold. Good shoes are always nice but good socks are even more important!
A bit later, I had taken a picture of the last page in the guestbook and looked forward to report the status of the last guestbook.
I had almost 4km back to the car, but it was mostly downhill and with the wind in my back. My feet felt almost dry when I got back to the car.
It was dark when I got into the car and just after turning onto FV654, with lots of traffic against, my new LED long lights went nuts. They went into rapid blinking mode and I wasn’t able to turn it off. All the traffic against stopped, probably thinking I was warning them about a dangerous situation ahead.
Eventually, I was able to get off the main road and turn the engine off. The LED lights were still blinking, but less and less frequent. What the heck was going on?
I keep a lot of stuff in the car, including duct tape and some foam rubber. I was then able to cover the LED lights and drive back home. The lights seemed to be functioning normally again, but I got a good scare from it. I will definitely give the car shop a call on Monday…
Anne sent me a good night picture from Gran Canaria. I would see her the next day.
Trip statistics: 7,5km, 550 vertical meters, 2h:10m
Hellestadberget (131m), Høgåsen (240m), Nov 16 2025
Sunday: After breakfast, I felt very tired and went back to sleep. I slept until 11. It was a hail shower day and I didn’t feel for going to higher ground. So, I decided to do a round-trip on Dimnøya that I had been thinking about for some time, involving a visit to Hellstadberget – where I’ve never been before.
I headed out from Vågane. I had never been there before, either.
I had brought my Canon. Hail shower days are perfect days for some nice pictures. But so far, there was nothing much exciting to photograph.
After a while, I went off-trail – in direction of Hellestadberget.
My initial attempt to walk through the forest failed miserably.
But eventually, I got up, wondering how many ticks were now wandering around on my body. Winter hadn’t fully arrived, and those darned buggers were probably still alive and kicking.
My plan was to continue across Svarane and Stemnehornet before ascending Høgåsen from the soccer field – trying to collect as many vertical meters as possible.
By the looks of it, another hail shower was on its way.
After passing Svarane, I decided to skip Stemnehornet and followed a path towards Høgåsen.
The weather on Høgåsen wasn’t great and I was thinking back on all those times my late dog Karma had to be the victim of my chase for vertical meters in bad weather.
But the weather could have been much worse…
Finally – I got some motives that got me excited. I love taking pictures of hail showers, but maybe not so much being in them…
From the top, I decided to find a route that was on the map, but which I never had bothered to locate. The route – if I could find it – would take me down to Skjervane.
In the beginning, I didn’t see any path, but eventually I found it.
When I got down to the main road, I had 650 meters back to the car. The hail shower had passed and I enjoyed the blue sky.
Trip statistics: 6,3km, 400 vertical meters, 1h:53m
Huldrehornet (271m), Nov 16 2025
Sunday: As the hike on Dimnøya didn’t give me the 500 vertical meters I wanted, I decided to do a quick hike up and down Huldrehornet, on my way home.
Fortunately, I avoided the hail showers on this hike.
Actually, this was the first week in many months that I didn’t reach my weekly goal of 3500 vertical meters. But given that I had been in surplus so many weeks, I didn’t feel bad. This week was dedicated to recording the guestbooks and the weather had been mediocre.
When I headed down, I was thinking that in the coming week, winter would arrive. I hadn’t been skiing since May, which felt like a year ago. I wondered how it would be to pick up skiing again…
Regarding the car’s LED lights out of control, I sought help from my neighbour Johnny. He found the fuse and took it out. Now, I could drive to Hovden airport to pick up Anne without fearing that my car would turn into an emergency vehicle.
There were convoys through the Selvåg tunnel. I took the 11pm convoy going to Hovden and after picking up Anne at 11:30pm, we had to wait for the 00:30am convoy back. Very cumbersome. I hope they can finish their work in this tunnel soon…
Trip statistics: 2,6km, 250 vertical meters, 0h:43m
