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Kangerlussuaq Sisimiut 2020 trek

Trek with the Best Girlfriends – Kangerlussuaq – Sisimiut

For many years, I had the trek from Kangerlussuaq to Sisimiut on my bucket list. The Corona situation put a halt to all international vacation plans, so my family and I had the opportunity to explore our own country.

On June 16, 2020, while chatting with my friend Magdaline on Messenger, we decided that we would trek from Kangerlussuaq to Sisimiut this year. The next day, I asked our other trekking friends if they were interested, and our friend Evi immediately agreed. My two wonderful globetrotter friends, with whom I have experienced many amazing things around the world over the past years, naturally, it had to be the three of us ❤️. We have run Vasaloppet in Sweden, Birkebeineren in Norway, Nice half marathon, participated in the Arctic Circle Race in Sisimiut several times, and trekked and run in Nuuk together.

Magdaline, Evi, and I decided on dates and planned to complete the trek in 6 days with 5 overnight stays. We booked and bought tickets, and preparations began.

If you are interested in the training leading up to the trek, equipment, clothing, food, and how we prepared in general, please read previous blog posts.

Arrival in Kangerlussuaq

On Saturday, August 15, after 2 months of preparation, we arrived at the airport, excited and happy that the time had finally come. We took the flight from Nuuk to Kangerlussuaq, landed at 10:15 am, took care of necessities, filled our water bottles, and were immediately driven to Kellyville by the lovely Heidi Schermer ❤️

On our way to Kangerlussuaq

Kangerlussuaq – Katiffik

From Kangerlussuaq to Katiffik, it was a 24 km trek. It’s quite long and feels even longer in your head. The first 10 km are saltwater lakes, so it’s important to refuel in Kangerlussuaq to have enough water. We did that and were sent off beautifully by lovely Hedi Schermer and her son, just after Kellyville (which is 12-15 km from Kangerlussuaq airport).

We made sure we wouldn’t get cold 😆

We started with a slight detour as work on the road to Sisimiut had begun (they had reached 1 km of the road, we were told by one of the workers). So the journey continued along mirror-like lakes and through the beautiful green and autumn-colored nature.

We were told that the first part of the trek was relatively straightforward and highway-like. That’s not entirely true; from Kangerlussuaq to Katiffik, the terrain is varied, up and down, dry and mossy, etc. I mention this because we expected an easy walk all the way on the first day, but it wasn’t. It was fairly tough and long with 17 kg backpacks. But damn, it was beautiful, truly beautiful!

The weather was perfect, the sun had started to peek through the clouds, and the warmth hit us quickly, so we took off our jackets. We kept an eye on the map and constantly checked if we were on the right track, well-assisted by a very clear path and cairns (we love cairns). After a 14 km walk, when we wanted to take a break and have a little lunch, we sat by a lake, dried our feet (wet from sweat and moss), and it was wonderful.

Aaah, dry socks

After about an hour, when we wanted to continue, we momentarily lost the trail as we ended up in a wet area. But we walked in the direction we assumed would lead us back to the trail for 5 minutes, and there it was, and we were back on track.

We saw 3 reindeer on the way; one of them made a great impression on us as it was so majestic and totally unaffected by us. Beautiful animal.

Wooow What an animal😍

The last couple of kilometers were tough on shoulders, lower back, and legs; the body was a bit shocked by the many hours of trekking with a 17 kg backpack. Every time we took off the backpack for a little break, it felt like we were lifting off and weightless. We stumbled around like drunken people; it was a bit wild 😂😂.

According to my Suunto watch, we reached the Katiffik hut after 23.76 km of hiking in 8 hours and 26 hours including breaks. A tiny hut with room for 6 (if you pack tightly), located by Lake Amitsorsuaq, a huge 20 km long lake that looks like the sea.

We had the hut to ourselves 🤗

We unpacked, turned on the Jetboil to heat water for our food, and went down to the lake for a much-needed and refreshing cold bath.

Before we left home, we had all taped our ankles, toes, heels, and insteps to prevent blisters and injuries. Upon arrival, all the tape was removed, and during breakfast, we started a new round of taping. Since we spent a lot of time on it and were quite good at it, we jokingly established the Bandage Association. Damn, how we taped; hahahahahhhhaaa, we agreed that we would end up reaching Sisimiut as mummies.

Nuummiut Sisimiunut apuukkiartortut

Katiffik – kanocenteret

On Sunday, August 16, we woke up around 7:30 to the most beautiful weather. The sun was shining over the giant lake, Amitsorsuaq.


I slept well, even though I took a long time trying to fall asleep. When you are three girls out in the giant unknown nature, you can easily let your thoughts wander, which doesn’t help with peace of mind. A small sound, silence, imagination of Qivittut, psychopaths, polar bears, and more can easily raise the pulse. But I know it’s useless, so I decided to let go of those thoughts, find peace in my body, and fell asleep.

We got up, had our breakfast, loosely taped ourselves, and packed up.

The route along Lake Amitsorsuaq is the most accessible on the entire route. 15 km straight along the lake, a really beautiful trip.

On the way, we sang Ole Kristiansen’s songs and enjoyed ourselves. 8.3 km after Katiffik, we took a small lunch break, dried our feet, and changed to dry socks. The weather was lovely, and we were all in good spirits.

On the way, we saw a reindeer, and I encountered my first Tuullit (birds that sound like dogs).

We passed a giant cairn that we had seen others take pictures of. It was quite impressive, and we left our mark by placing some small stones on it.

The cairn between Katiffik and the canoe center

We arrived at the Canoe Center already in the early afternoon.

The Canoe Center is a huge cabin with 20 beds.

We had it all to ourselves. We unpacked, found the cooking equipment and change of clothes, went down to the lake and bathed (in the lovely ice-cold water). After the bath, we washed our clothes so that the next day we would have something reasonably clean.

As I started my new profession “bandaging,” and being totally inexperienced and amateurishly, I accidentally pulled off my Compeed, along with a blister I had, aaaaaaavvvv. Important advice from a somewhat experienced bandager: REMEMBER to dissolve it in water before pulling off your blister plaster.

Not very nice, considering the thought that we hadn’t even reached halfway yet, damn! 😱

We chose the smallest room with 8 beds and decided to share a double bunk bed 😅 3 fully grown women, none of us wanted to sleep alone (a bit silly, but safe, hi hi).

We went to bed early since we had a long 33 km hike the next day.

Again, sleep was difficult; the cabin was too big, and the other two were restless. But I fell into a deep and secure sleep nonetheless.

Canoe Center – Ikkattooq – Eqalugaarniarfik

Monday, August 17, 2020, we got up at 05:30, to another beautiful morning with the coolest sunrise over Lake Amtsorsuaq.

Morning sun – Canoe Center

The other two had a rough night, not getting much sleep and having nightmares. We started the Bandage Association’s activities, taped our feet and toes so they were ready for the long journey we were embarking on. We had breakfast and got our little surprise from Magdaline. While preparing for the trip, we agreed to bring a surprise each. Magdaline’s surprise for us was a small fresh ginger shot for breakfast 😊

Surprise no. 1

At 7:30, we were ready to say thank you for the safe shelter at the Canoe Center and walked about 3 km along Lake Amitsorsuaq before heading out on a nice and lush plain/valley towards another huge lake, Tasersuaq. We reached it after 11 km of hiking from the Canoe Center.

On the way, we were greeted by 2 reindeer who curiously looked at us and fresh Muskox dung, but never saw the animals.

Along the way, we also passed a wet area, which was a bit annoying. Here was our first experience with our lifesavers on the road, our rubber boots.

Just a little side story about rubber boots. It was not the plan to bring them because they weigh too much. Instead, we had bought smart rubber/latex covers for boots, which are undoubtedly used for festivals and the like. But in the days leading up to the hike, Evi’s friend Nivi from Sisimiut did the trip and strongly advised us several times to bring rubber boots. At first, we were a bit “We’ll manage without,” but 10 minutes before Torrak Fashion closed, the day before we were leaving, we decided to follow the advice and bought our rubber boots. OMG, Nivi qujanarujussuaq 🙏

At Tasersuaq Lake, where we took a little break, and I needed even more experience with taping on my bandager CV (changing tape on feet and toes), we spotted a white tent down by the edge of Tasersuaq Lake. We kept a close eye on it, thinking if we were lucky, they might have a boat on the lake and could perhaps sail us across to save some distance. A woman appeared, and immediately Evi approached and asked. To our great surprise, they were willing to sail us across and asked us to come down. 🙂 ❤️

They were reindeer hunters from Sisimiut, Nikolaj, Maasi, and Justine.


So, we ended up being sailed, 11 km, all the way to the bottom of the lake, to Itinneq, sailed past Ikkattoq, so we skipped a cabin. We were very grateful and felt very privileged. The lake was completely calm, and the sun was shining.


On the way to the bottom of Tasersuaq, Itinneq, Evi spotted a reindeer, and suddenly, we were on a reindeer hunt. The Nuuk girls, Magdaline and Mette, had to be hushed along the way because we were about to scare the animal away with our chatter 😊 We sailed quietly to the edge where the reindeer was, and Maasi and Justine were dropped off. Maasi climbed up towards the animal and shot it. Great to be a part of.

Maasi Justinalu

While Maasi and Justine prepared the animal for transport, Nikolaj sailed us all the way to the bottom of Tasersuaq, and we hopped off at Itinneq, about 10 km from Eqalugaarsuit, which was the goal for the day.

When we were dropped off, we received very clear instructions on where to go. The landmark was a “cleft” in a mountain far in the horizon. We should walk a bit to the right of it, and we would come across a sign for tourists. When we reached it, we would find the trail we should follow up to Eqalugaarsuit.

But first, we took our lunch break, off with shoes and socks and ate our rations.

Then we walked 10 km to Eqalugaarniarfik. It was also the day when we would cross a river for the first time. We had all looked forward to it and had definitely had our fantasies about it.

River Crossing

After crossing the river, we encountered approximately 5 km of moss, swamp, and wetland terrain 😫. It was truly challenging, strenuous, and, at the same time, we were being roasted by the sun. Seriously, it felt like navigating through Florida’s swamps on an excessively hot day, puuuha. Fortunately, no alligators, turtles, or unpleasant insects appeared, but an Airboat would have been cool. Nevertheless, focusing on the positive, we were fortunate with mosquitoes – there weren’t many.

We were quite tired as we anticipated reaching Eqalugaarniarfik’s cabin. However, the last few kilometers to the cabin involved a small ascent, with the last 300 meters being almost vertical. It was quite challenging, especially when tired. As we ascended the first slope, we encountered a young Czech couple camping about 200 meters from the cabin. Approaching the cabin, we saw three people outside and became a bit anxious about whether there would be room for us inside (as we had left our tent at home and relied on cabins throughout the journey). Luckily, there was space for six people 😅.

The three men were from Hungary and were IT enthusiasts (for those curious, they were heading to Ilulissat and Nuuk afterward. Interestingly, Magdaline had met them in Qinngorput when they were in Nuuk, having just visited Store Malene).

The Cabin at Eqalugaarniarfik

To our dismay, we discovered there was no river or lake nearby, which was a bit inconvenient since we wanted to bathe, wash our clothes, and have water nearby at all times. However, we found out that downhill (about 200 meters) there was a spring suitable for bathing, drinking, and more. One of the three men from Hungary kindly fetched water for cooking, coffee, etc., so we didn’t have to carry it around.

The area around Eqalugaarniarfik is part of the Aasivissuit-Nipaat area, which is on the UNESCO World Heritage List.

Magdaline washing hair in the magical spring of youth

Evi’s surprise for us brought immense joy as we changed clothes and got ready for dinner. She had carried a tray of Tapas and non-alcoholic beer all the way – wuhuuuuu.

Surprise no. 2

Eqalugaarniarfik – Innajuattoq

We woke up at 07:00 on Tuesday, August 18, 2020, to the most beautiful sunrise (again, again), after the three men from Hungary and the young Czech couple had left.


The journey began with a fantastic ascent from Eqalugaarniarfik, up a mountain leaning against another massive peak. It was insanely beautiful. I love ascents; it suits me perfectly. The first 15 km were magical, some of the most beautiful on the entire trip. As we gained altitude, the most amazing view opened up over giant lakes, mountains competing for beauty, and terrain that took your breath away.

Ascent at Eqalugaarniarfik

We encountered a small reindeer calf searching for its mother, aww. And as we reached higher altitudes, we passed our Czech friends (not that it was the goal 😇).

Sigh, sigh, and sigh again

Descending from the heights, we arrived at the most beautiful lake, “Mattaliip tasia” (atserpara 😊 ❣️). Through a beautiful green thicket, along a small river, and to the opening of the lake, wooooow. We took a short break, cooled off, filled our water bottles, and had a photoshoot. Our young Czech friends caught up and joined us in a photoshoot for their wedding invitation (as we suggested).

At Mattaliip tasia

After walking around the lake and reaching the last 5 km of the route to Innajuattoq, we encountered a moss hell, OMG. Thank God for our lifesavers, rubber boots. The journey almost killed us (me). It was really challenging and tough. At one point, the ground shifted, rumbled, and roared under my feet. Aaarrgh, totally gross, and I felt so small in this huge world.

A 20 km hike from Eqalugaarniarfik to Innajuattoq. Below the cabin is a huge lake and 100 m from a river. We bathed, washed clothes, and enjoyed the company of the three Hungarians and the Czech lovebirds. We tasted Hungarian, salted ham, and dried-ish apples and Czech (homemade pig jerky) specialties, and they tasted our delightful Marie’s homemade tuttu beef jerky and Evi’s naturally dried reindeer. There was room for all of us in the cabin, which had 12-13 bed spaces.

After inspecting the day’s river crossing and brushing our teeth, we went to bed at 20:00, as we wanted to leave at 05:00 the next day. The journey from Innajuattoq, past Nerumaq and on to Kangerluarsuk tulleq, is about 35 km. So a long day awaited us.

Innajuittoq – nerumaaq – Kangerluarsuk tulleq

We woke up at 04:00 on Wednesday, August 19, 2020, to yet another beautiful sunrise ❣️Vi stod op kl. 04.00, onsdag den 19. august 2020, til endnu en smuk solopgang ❣️

OMG ❣️ Just by looking at this picture, I can feel the energy I felt that morning ❤️

We taped, packed up, had breakfast, and put on our rubber boots. Important to emphasize that 😊 The evening before, we had decided that we could easily cross the river in our rubber boots, so we didn’t mess up our taping and start over.

River crossing with lifesavers. The coolest picture of lovely Evi and nature ❤️

At 5:15, we were ready while the others slept.

We crossed the river without getting our feet wet and avoided the lake near Innajuattoq’s cabin. We actually woke up with the animals; in just an hour, we encountered 16 reindeer, 2 tuullit, and a couple of ptarmigans. Deep into the country, far from the coasts, as if they knew that the reindeer hunting season had begun 😊


The journey to Nerumaq was absolutely fantastic, beautiful, and extremely accessible. It was a kind of valley that descended all the way, dry and easy to traverse. We had to cross three rivers, which we successfully did with rubber boots – wuuuhuuu, we love rubber boots! Our best investment and weight-gaining decision.

We walked about 10 km with rubber boots on the route, a total lifesaver, but also really hard on the feet.

We met someone from Finland walking the opposite way alone.

When we reached Nerumaq after a 17 km hike from Innajuattoq, we crossed the river and took a break right by the river. We spent about an hour there, drying our feet, eating, enjoying a luxurious spa experience (bathing in the river, massage, eyebrow plucking, and relaxation) before continuing.


We ventured into the last 17 km to Kangerluarsuk tulleq, in good spirits, with the sun shining and warming us from a cloudless sky, a few mosquitoes, and August flies. After walking for a little over half an hour, we became a bit irritated by a red helicopter that kept circling above us (high up) and wondered if they were looking for someone. But we were puzzled about why it was flying so high. “Can’t we have a bit of mindfulness on our trip?” 😊 Hhahaha

Then the little red helicopter disappeared, and we could have some peace…

We wondered a bit but continued walking and reached an area with densely overgrown thicket, a forest-like area that was quite fascinating to walk through.

“The forrst”

Suddenly, a giant gray seahawk appeared on the horizon, rising from a slope and starting to circle around us.

Arctic Command’s seahawk 😳😨

We panicked a bit and didn’t know how to act – should we wave, give a thumbs up, shoo them away, do a somersault to show we’re in control, or what?

Suddenly, being ready in a soldier position, hahahah, (nooo).

Magdaliner, Evi og jeg 😂

The helicopter came very close to us, so we stood holding onto each other, not to be thrown away or suddenly hoisted up and kidnapped (just kidding). The helicopter ascended and disappeared, leaving us standing like the biggest three ? ever. What was that, what were they doing, who were they looking for, why so close to us, did we accidentally press the emergency call on our phones, the spot device we had with us, or were our families worried, etc. Each of us had these thoughts for a while. We only got the answer in Sisimiut 😊

We crossed the large river in rubber boots (🤩lifesavers), which runs all the way down to Kangerluarsuk tulleq. And then we entered the area I had been looking forward to, namely the area where we had skied during the countless Arctic Circle Races we had participated in. I was so excited to see the entire landscape without snow, and it was truly a beautiful sight. Once we placed everything, it all looked familiar. Really cool to see.

Last year, 2019, there was a huge area where there was a mountain fire. We walked past this area, and it was crazy to see how large an area had been affected.

The mountain in the background, where there was a mountain fired

About 5 km from the cabin at Kangerluarsuk Tulleq (the upper one, as there are two), we took a short break by the river, which again was paradisiacal. A large rushing river, the sun shining from a cloudless sky, green thicket around, the most beautiful mountains surrounding you, and, not least, the company – fantastic.

34 km and 13 hours after the beautiful morning at Innajuattoq, the most beautiful and longest hike, about 3 km of swamp, and an ascent to the top of a mountain where the last cabin we were going to stay in was located, we arrived at the cabin.

Kangerluarsuk Tulleq hytten

There is no river nearby, so you have to walk a bit to get water, bathe, and wash.

For dinner, I revealed my surprise. The two girls had talked during our preparations about missing cola on the trip, so I had bought the next best thing, Sun cola for them. Not only that, but during the day, I had collected small stones that I would put together into small memory cairns for them. Uuuuhh, there wasn’t a dry eye, and the happiness knew no bounds ❤️.

Surprise no. 3

Kangerluarsuk tulleq – Sisimiut

We woke up at 06:30 on Thursday, August 20, 2020, and quietly began preparations for the last day and the hike towards Sisimiut. Ahhh, today was my favorite ascent, namely the infamous killer hill / Qerrortusuup Majoriaa, which I know so well from the Arctic Circle Race, a climb of 3 km. The fantastic thing about experiencing this climb was that it felt exactly the same to walk up it as when I have skied it, my body recognized it completely. I love it, nowann ❤️

On the way up the Killer Hill / Qerrortusuup Majoriaa

Right after the killer hill / Qerrortusuup Majoriaa, we walked towards the ACR campsite on the lake under the Aapilattorsuaq mountain and continued directly towards Sisimiut. We could hardly hold Evi back anymore (she just wanted to finish and get home to her hometown Sisimiut), but we persuaded her to take one last break. We took this break at the top and tip of a mountain, where the view was directly towards Nasaasaaq, the valley below with the river and the most beautiful nature ever. I was completely overwhelmed by the beautiful view and couldn’t hold back the tears. I truly had my moment right there ❤️

The Happiness Spot 🥰

In the midst of my moment, with tears in my eyes and the coolest happiness / mindfulness, I was interrupted by “do you have any painkillers left” talk, and I had to say “Shhh, I’m sitting here crying and having a moment,” hahaha, we laughed a little.

Zen, happiness, and completely present ❤️

We reached Sisimiut 12.5 km. 6 hours after starting from Kangerluarsuk Tulleq.

Thank you very much for following along. If you have considered the trip, do it!

P.S. If you’re curious about the helicopter, it was Evi’s cousin Nukappiaaluk, who, along with his team from the Arctic Command, was out on an exercise and wanted to say hello on the way.”

Extra – Preparations for Kangerlussuaq – Sisimiut trek


Fortunately, we aren’t the first to trek the route from Kangerlussuaq to Sisimiut, and we know many who have completed it. Thus, there was a wealth of valuable advice to gather. Maliina Abelsen, who had undertaken the journey the previous year, provided us with an equipment list that we heavily relied on. I updated the list to suit our needs, and you can find it here.

I purchased a high-quality 55-liter Haglöf backpack, which turned out to be a bit small. To address this, I added extra compartments using waterproof and sturdy dry bags of various sizes, secured with bike bungee cords.

My sleeping bag is a lightweight one, weighing around 1 kg, designed for temperatures as low as minus 4 degrees Celsius. I also opted for an inflatable lightweight sleeping pad.

During a previous hike from Kilarsaarfik to Kapisillit, Jacob Nitter had an impressive Jetboil that boiled water in no time and was super easy to use. I decided to invest in one, and it turned out to be the coolest and best purchase.


Before this trip, I had hiked with lovely colleagues from Kilarsaarfik to Kapisillit (27 km) earlier in the summer and from Oqaattut to Ilulissat (21 km) with my family. Drawing from personal experiences and tips from others, I incorporated these into our preparations. Over the years, I’ve learned the importance of covering many kilometers during training to prepare the body for long, challenging journeys.

In the lead-up to the trip with Magdaline and Evi, our training involved hikes with and without equipment to acclimate our legs, knees, and ankles to the trek. We filled our backpacks, which we would carry, with items like milk, flour, oatmeal, and anything else that added weight. We walked together, not only because we enjoy each other’s company but also to gauge our individual readiness for the journey.

We hiked a few times together without equipment and a few times with full gear to the dwonhill point.


I brought the following:

Breakfast: Overnight oats with blueberry jam for the first three days and oatmeal mix for the last three mornings. All breakfast items were packed in self-sealing freezer bags. Of course, instant coffee and coffee milk powder were also included.

Lunch: A handful of homemade dried fish (cod) by Kreutzmann with aromatics, 6 strips of homemade beef jerky by my beloved Marie Lundblad (<3), 3 slices of smoked reindeer, 2 slices of reindeer salami, 2 slices of rye bread for the first 3 days, and 3 pieces of rye crispbread for the last 3 days.

Dinner: Freeze-dried dinners from Blå band (I bought them on, but they can also be purchased in local stores up here).

All-day Snacks: A small handful of salted almonds and a small handful of Hitmix (candy), cup soup sticks, tea, and coffee.

I portioned everything and placed them in daily bags (everything I need for day 1 in one bag, day 2 in another, and so on).

I didn’t have enough coffee, but luckily, Evi did, so there was enough for both of us, and she also brought a lot of delicious treats, from candy and fig rolls to chocolate and giant chocolate turtles J.


I wore shorts, running leggings, a sports bra, a thin merino wool sweater, a fleece jacket, and my hiking boots when we left Kangerlussuaq. As the sun shone from an almost cloudless sky, we quickly shed the jacket, and the following days were spent in small shorts and a sports bra—anything else was too hot.

The spare clothing included comfortable leggings, a comfortable sports bra, underwear, a merino wool sweater, dry socks, and Skechers shoes (which we would use for river crossings).

I brought 5 pairs of hiking socks and am really glad I did. For the first 3 days, I reused 2 pairs (hung to dry during the trek and washed when we reached the huts) and switched them out for clean ones for the last 3 days.

We were advised to bring rubber boots by someone who had just completed the route. So, last minute before Torrak Fashion closed on Friday, the day before we flew, Evi and I rushed down and bought tall rubber boots (Magdaline already had some). It was the best decision we made, completely lifesavers J.

My backpack weighed 17 kg.

ACR 2019 – Perfect conditions – bright sunshine, no wind, and superb trails

Psst, this is part 3, there are part 1 and 2 that you should also read if you haven’t already 🙂

Tells everything about what we woke up to on Sunday, March 31 🥰

Day 3 – 33.4 km.

Fortunately, Frederik and I were assigned a tent late in the afternoon on day 2 and could sleep well in a cold tent. I went to bed already at 10 p.m., wrapped myself in Inequs’s fantastic sleeping bag, and listened to people around me in their tents chatting about the day’s adventures, funny experiences in Greenlandic, Danish, English, and other languages.

Occasionally, I could hear someone snoring, others coughing, and a couple of snowmobiles passing by. I had fallen asleep when Frederik, very late after preparing our skis for the last day, crawled in, and wrapped himself in his sleeping bag. I slept very well, only waking up a couple of times needing to change position (you need to when lying on hard surfaces, even though we had reindeer skins as a base).

At 6:30 a.m., I woke up and couldn’t sleep anymore. The weather seemed fine from inside the tent. The focus today is just to reach the finish line in Sisimiut. I felt good, not nervous, and excited but calm. Frederik is still sleeping, and I pack my things and leave the tent. The weather is fine, a few clouds here and there, and no wind. Good start.

I join those who, like me, have gotten up early in the dining tent to have breakfast. I prepare my marathon porridge (oatmeal, blue poppy seeds, cinnamon, and honey mixed with boiling water to form porridge, topped with banana slices), make a strong cup of coffee, and sit with Adam, Nivi, and others.

Ugh, the breakfast grows in my mouth and is so hard to swallow. It’s as if it grows in my mouth and turns into a dried bun. I know I MUST eat, or I won’t survive the trip to Sisimiut (end up with famine in the middle of the hinterland, being such a thin little thing like me), so with small sips, I force the food down.

Jim Carey has just the perfect facial expressions. That’s how I looked with my breakfast in my mouth, no matter 😂

Sitting and enjoying with the others in the tent.

The ACR jury announces that the race is postponed by an hour as the groomers need to prepare the track first.

I start to feel queasy, the butterflies in my stomach start again, and I am excited and nervous. Can I endure the distance? Can I live up to my own expectations and maintain my position? Oh, my self-confidence starts to play tricks on me. “Today is the day you fail,” “You can’t keep going,” “Who do you think you are? The world champions?” “Relax!!” etc. run through my mind, tormenting me, and making me feel physically ill.

Several visits to the toilet, which doesn’t make it better because you get poisoned and chemically contaminated by entering those toilets, hahahahahahah.

I need one of these next times I participate in ACR. Actually, Pavia Tobiassen had one 😂😂😂😂
I guess I’m not the only one a bit excited about today’s challenges.

But the weather is getting better and better, wow.badser

J I know it will get much better when we start. That’s how it always is, and even more so when it’s the last day, and we must reach the goal in Sisimiut. You’re faster, more energetic, and stronger.

3, 2, 1 GO…

We line up at the start and are off. A bit chaotic start for some. Just behind me, I hear Marie Fleischer screaming and see that she has lost her pole and stops to go back and get it, and everyone else pushes forward and just wants to get going and home. It doesn’t take long before Marie Fleischer overtakes me again, going full speed downhill 😊

We zoom past the first refreshment station down by the sea towards Sisimiut and continue the long stage towards the bone breaker. I quickly overtake Marie Fleischer again, who is standing and fixing her skis. The journey all the way to the bone breaker is tough, and there is no glide, so it’s alternating between double-poling and diagonal, to spare and allow breaks for the various muscles used in the body.

I catch up with Nivi Geisler just before we turn at the bone breaker and follow her to the refreshment station.

 It seems like the leader changes after the bone breaker, and the skis start gliding better. When you reach the bone breaker, you must climb a hill and then turn and go down a loooong downhill that is not steep but has enough slope to gain speed and go down in a long, cool downhill. And here I jump into the tracks, gaining speed on my skis and skiing far and fast down the hill with a screaming “wuuuhuuuuuuuuuu.” Naaah nuan.

When I reach the second refreshment station, I follow Nivi Geisler and a couple of others I don’t know who they are. I fill my water bottle with energy drink and continue right away. Nivi must follow a boy from Kaassassuk, so I slip away from them. Driving fast and overtaking in front of me,

Driving fast and catching up

In front of me, far ahead, I can see an NSP suit driving, and I think “I have to catch up with that person.” I get closer and closer, and just before the refreshment station at the “Bottleneck”, I catch up with the person, who is Pavia Tobiassen. I get a sip of water and follow all the way up the “Bottleneck” with Arnatsiaq Rosing (❤️)

We catch up with Vittus Heilmann and a couple of others on the way up the bottleneck.

he sun is shining and the clouds have completely disappeared, the temperature around minus 3-4 and no wind, nuaaannnn. I say goodbye to Arnatsiaq, who runs the 160 km. and turns around and drives down the bottleneck. It’s aaaweeesssooommmeeee, full speed ahead, control and great weather, can it get any better. I looooove it!!!!! I scream the whole way down “wwuuuuuuuuhhhuuuu”.

I get down to the drink station, hurry to get a refill and race on. There are 4 km ahead of me to the drink station out by the lift, the last drink station before the finish, jubiiii.

I drive alone for a while. The fantastic thing about such a race is that you often become so humbled by being such a small piece in a gigantic country. The whole thing is so overwhelmingly beautiful that you are often moved.

Picture borrowed from Arctic Circle Race website

Suddenly I am not alone, Vittus Heilmann has caught up to me and we run together to the lift, in silence.

From the drinks station in the lift and most of the way into Sisimiut, we rite together, taking turns as the lead. I am strong uphill and Vittus downhill. And while we are running in our own thoughts and fighting a little against each other, we are both caught up to by someone from behind. We are both surprised and increase the speed up when it dawns on us that it is Martin Møller and the Australian 😆😆

Yaaay crossing the line

We reached the goal after driving 100 km in 11 hours, 13 minutes, and 25 seconds.

I am happy, proud, and have surprised myself. Seriously, I didn’t expect to be able to drive so fast, but I did it!!

Best of all, I’m glad that I could get to the top of the podium in the 100 km race so that my sponsors hopefully think it’s worth supporting me. Many thanks to AutoNord and Modulo.

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ACR 2019 – Postponement of start, whiteout, and unseen forces – Part 2

On Saturday, March 30, we all woke up to the most fantastic weather – bright sunshine, a temperature of minus 3 degrees, and no wind. Completely in line with how I’ve behaved throughout the year 🤣🤣 It’s my birthday!

NOOOOOOT, it was windy, cold, whiteout, and totally disappointing.

Frederik and I were so “unfortunate” not to get a tent the night before, as chaos had erupted in their distribution. So, at 9:00 PM, we still hadn’t received a tent, and everyone else was beginning to go to bed 😨😨 It ended with us being “forced” to lay down on soft mattresses in the heated tent and spend the night there 😶😶 Bummer, we just say 🤣

Postponement Due to Weather

I woke up at 7:00 AM to the sound of the large tent rattling and swaying in the wind outside, and my first thought was, “Oh no, we have to face crappy weather.”

Good morning and happy birthday, Mette 🙄

I got up and went over to have breakfast and start getting ready slowly. I could feel that the weather was affecting me, making me nervous in a strange way. Stomachache, no appetite, a bit down, and uncontrollable butterflies in my stomach. Thoughts of delays, no trails, and challenging gusts were not the most motivating to have in my mind.

As I entered the dining tent and met many of my fellow ACR participants, I sensed the same in them. Many had empty looks in their eyes, some had near-death expressions, others sat completely still staring into nothingness, and some pretended to be fresh and happy. A few vocalized what the rest of us were thinking, “I hope they cancel the race today.”

We ate breakfast side by side without saying much. And while we were sitting there, it was announced that the race start would be delayed by an hour so the snow groomers could make the trails. But we should all expect that the weather would likely distort the tracks. Oh no, we have to go out in that weather and ride on crappy trails. While we sat there waiting, my wonderful friends broke into a birthday song for me, “inuuissiortoq pilluarit.”

Day 2 – 32.2 km.

A little before 11:00 AM, we all stood ready on the starting line, shivering from the cold and nervous. Ahead of us, with a 100 km race, there were 32.2 km before we were back in the camp.

We were sent off at 11:00 AM. It was a crappy start, and in the first 10 km, I mostly wanted to stop. I had a hard time getting into gear and couldn’t catch up with Marie F, Nivi Geisler, and Anne Mette (who was always far enough ahead of me that it was almost impossible to catch them).

The route for the day was reversed from the previous day. First down to the drink station by the sea towards Sisimiut (3.5 km) and onto the long stage towards the bone breaker and back to the drink station (9 km). The first 10 km were terrible, and I hated it. I really tried to keep my head up and just ride. I was very frustrated that there were no trails and that visibility was so terrible. I managed to catch up with the three girls at the drink station after the bone breaker, but they managed to leave before I was ready again, aaargghh.

The thought of the bottleneck, up and down, the journey towards the lift, the downhill behind the lift, and the drive across the terrain to the camp, I could hardly bear. Fuuuck, what a crappy trip. But I didn’t let go of the girls; I could always see them, and suddenly our veteran Vittus Heilmann appeared. What?? Then I got a little more energy. I overtook Vittus just before the drink station below the bottleneck, and caught up with the girls at the start of the uphill. And suddenly I had unseen strength, and bang, I blasted up the mountain. (picture of Mik mik …)

Mik mik …..

It was so cool, and I was not tired at any time, had plenty of strength and energy.

I overtook a lot and could turn and ride down again without anyone near me or right behind me. But just at the moment when I wanted to ride down to the place where there was “Skiis off” (too steep and safety irresponsible to ride – about 400 m), the clouds turned a special color due to the sun (which was not out), so you couldn’t see contours or shapes at all. Everything was completely whiteout; I couldn’t see up or down. Aaaargh, and I was going down a hill.

The picture is borrowed from the internet but illustrates roughly what we were exposed to

I survived the stage down to the drink station again, filled my water bottle with new energy drink. I asked how far it was to the next drink station and was told it was 4 km. Great! It’s manageable… If only I could see something. From the drink station and halfway I drove without knowing where I was because there were no tracks, very deep snow, and no visibility. Fortunately, I could see the flags, but several times I doubted whether I was on the right side because the snow was so deep and there were no tracks. I drove completely alone and got a little scared at one point because the weather was insane.

But fortunately, a snowmobile came and made tracks, so I had something to relate to up to the lift.

When I reached the lift, I was told that I was number 2 and that there was only one ahead of me. Wooow, and I think Pavia. Quickly, I get a refill and hurry on. I remember that we had a pretty steep climb behind the ski lift the day before, and now that I couldn’t see contours, I felt a little nervous about the downhill when I reached the hill. Very uncertain, slow, and cautious, I make my way down the first downhills, praying to two people I’m sure are sitting and watching me from the sky, to take care of me and survive them, phheeew. 🙏 Thank you ❤️

 I reach the bottom, and now I know there are only 4 km left until I’m in the camp, yay. I struggle through and across the terrain towards the last drink station, which is 1.8 km from the camp. I get a sip of water and am about to set off when I am overtaken by Ulrik Helimann, yay my buddy.

We finish hand in hand. It turns out it’s not Pavia who reached the finish before us, but a 160 km runner who had downgraded. This means that Ulrik and I were the first to finish, wuhuuuu.

Wonderful treatment in the camp

Jørgen, the best nurse, fixes my feet
Phys Irene fixes my tendons in my bad knee

I get changed, get my toes fixed by the nurse, get a massage and am ready to eat. I sit in the food tent and am greeted by the loveliest family, the Lings, who bring me cake and a present. Aww you guys are amazing ❤️

Today’s angels

It is certainly first and foremost nurse Jørgen and physio Irene, but it is also absolutely the Lings family with their children, who were so thoughtful and sweet to bring cake and a gift. And then of course there is Frederik Lundblad, who had prepared the perfect skis for me again. THAAAANK YOOOU!

There are always angels looking after you and taking care of you when you are on the moveen

Have fun at camp. day 2

Nivi Geisler
Iggg my lovely friend Adam
Collegue Pavia
Old veteran

It takes time to write, so sorry folks, continuation will follow in part 3 in a few days, thanks for your attention.

ACR 2019 – Skiing, Moguls, and the Sahara Desert – Part 1

Having already embarked on a challenging cross-country skiing adventure earlier this year, participating in this year’s Arctic Circle Race wasn’t just a casual endeavor for me; it was more of a “why not make it awesome” project. I had decided that I would only join if I could enter a lottery at work to cover the registration fee. I thought my chances were good, considering I had seen only a handful of colleagues on the slopes in the past few months. Exciting…

Oh no, suddenly 15 other colleagues appeared, all tuned up and ready for cross-country skiing. WTF?? 😳

Now, there were cross-country skiers in line like never before? 😳 😅😅
I wasn’t selected 🙁

I wasn’t selected 🙁

Instead, Pavia Tobiassen, who had been selected for the past 10 years, got the spot! So, my participation was dropped, and I could slowly start rebuilding a normal life with daily routines and family time. Besides, I felt incredibly tired after the Birkebeiner, so…


But a good friend, Frederik Lundblad, who was participating, didn’t accept that I wasn’t joining and asked me to think of an alternative. So I did 😬


I remembered that the world’s best car workshop (my car’s workshop) with the coolest and nicest mechanics had sponsored an ACXR runner before. I thought, “Why not give it a try; it doesn’t hurt to ask.” So, before going to bed one night, a week before ACR, I sent them an email, asking if it was possible to get a sponsorship for the registration fee. When I woke up the next day, I had a response: “That sounds like a good idea,” yaaaaaaay! 😄😄.

A few hours later, I also got a sponsorship from Greenland’s best IT company, Modulo.

Wuuuhuuuu, it was all falling into place. A sweet friend, Bodil Marie, arranged accommodation for Frederik and me in Sisimiut, another wonderful friend, Evi, provided reindeer skins as sleeping pads, and my lovely Inequ lent me her sleeping bag.

I could now seriously start preparing.

I needed to find new poles or a replacement for the one I broke during the Birkebeiner, consider whether to buy new ski boots (worn and damaged) or trust that the old ones could handle 100 km, fix my shell jacket (the zipper had broken), and get the last few things I needed (water bottles, thermal underwear, and gloves).

Frederik Lundblad gave me a ski pole that matched the other one, I sewed my ski boots and hoped they would hold up for 100 km, my mother, who was visiting me, sewed a new zipper into my shell jacket, and I received excellent service and support for buying a water bottle, thermal clothing, and gloves from I love yoooooooooou!! I am very grateful for all the help and very happy and proud to be supported as I have been, THANK YOU!

 Now I had no excuses, I was ready.

Arrival in Sisimiut

I arrived in Sisimiut on Wednesday, March 27th, around lunchtime. The sun was shining from a cloudless sky, and the temperature was around minus 10, just perfect. I dropped off my luggage at the family I would be staying with, put on my ski gear, and headed out onto the trails in Sisimiut.

Always feels like paradise when stepping onto the trails in Sisimiut!

Thursday morning, I woke up early and made a good, hearty chicken soup with lots of vegetables that I could take to the camp.

The day was to be spent shopping for some food, participating in the procession to the church, and attending the briefing at Taseralik. Frederik arrived already in the morning.

The procession was at 3:30 PM, and the church service at 4:00 PM (a solid tradition to be a part of).

Church service with good friends

Then we all went back to Taseralik for the briefing about the race. Here, they presented the routes for all three days, the rules of the race, and the safety measures in place.

First Day – 34.6 km

I woke up Friday morning at 7:00 AM, feeling completely rested and calm. I showered and got ready slowly and steadily. I felt good and took everything in stride. Of course, there was the occasional flutter of excitement in my stomach, but it was controlled. And you know what, this isn’t like me. I would have been in a panic, shaking with fear, having stomachaches, going to the toilet all the time, calling my husband to ask if it’s normal for me to feel this way (and he would say, yes, ALWAYS), and just wanting to go home again. But not this morning 😇 😳

The weather was okay, windy, but the sun appeared, and the temperature was around minus 7. Frederik spent a lot of time waxing our skis, almost forgetting to eat breakfast. Everything was packed, and we headed down to the arena.

We are happy and ready – Adam, myself, and Frederik in Taseralik

At 10:00 AM, we were shot off by the mayor, Malik Berthelsen. We ran the traditional round, around and up “Kvajebakken” (aka the girl’s hill), fortunately didn’t fall, and were set free into the wilderness.

The route for the day would take us past the ski lift, up the bottleneck, down the bottleneck, towards the leg breaker, all the way down to the sea towards Sisimiut, and up to the camp. Total 34.6 km. I prefer to break my run into parts. The first thing I wanted to focus on was getting to the ski lift (7.1 km from the arena), I wouldn’t think about the rest. I caught up with my lovely little competitor, Marie Fleischer, about 3-4 km after the start, who was busy fixing something on her skis. I felt good and was not at all stressed, calmly taking it ( 🙏 totally zen) and had the energy to focus on having a good experience of the day’s stage.

The drink station at the ski lift is on a small hill, so when you have to continue from there, you have to go down a hill. On this hill, due to the weather, the biggest Big Air ever had been built (maybe 30-40 cm high), which surprised me, and for a split second, I was doing the wildest ski jump. Hahahahaahah 😂😂😂

Uanga, on a 30-40 cm high ski jump in the middle of the trail 😱

I survived and continued towards the bottleneck. One of the uphill (and also downhill) I had been nervous about was the climb up the bottleneck. Because in this season and on the Birkebeiner, I had felt really weak uphill. We reach the up hill, and further up, I see Pavia Tobiassen. Woow, I have caught up with him 😊 2 km herringbone uphill/climbing. It went well; I stayed behind the guys and made it up. But fuuuuck, it was hard on the legs. The 160 km runners continued up, and we turned and had to go down again.

It was windy, and the wind was cold. This had created a nice and steep hill down to a natural mogul hill 😱. Mounds that had grown large enough that you couldn’t plow down or just ski down quietly. Suddenly, I was on that mogul hill, jumping around, screaming. I was terrified and at the same time almost getting cramps in my thighs from plowing and trying to brake.

Me, going down the bottleneck, not even intentionally. (It’s just a picture I found on the internet; it’s not me 😆)

Fortunately and coincidentally, at some point, I regained control and could stop. OMG, I was shaking all over and needed a moment to collect myself. I took off my skis and ran the rest of the way.

From the drink station at the bottom of the bottleneck to the drink station before turning towards the leg breaker, there are 6 km. And all the tracks were covered, so it was really strenuous to ski. Along the way, I had to go down a hill, which is okay and not steep, but because of the drifts on the track, I lose control and tumble. I don’t just tumble; I roll around, and my skis are everywhere around me. I just manage to think, “fortunately, I’m alone, and no one saw me,” hurriedly stand up when I hear and see a dogsled driver cheering and clapping at me, 😂😂.

I reached the last stage of the day that I had prepared myself to be tough and just needed to get through. A stage of 9 km, a looooong stage that goes up and down, the kind that pulls teeth and sucks the remaining energy out of you. But luckily, I know the route from previous years and prepared well for it. BUT, of course, there had to be a “little” twist on the route that almost killed me. I had just celebrated that it was only a kilometer down to the sea when the route suddenly turned towards the land and back, leading me steeply up a hill, just to make a “sweet and funny little loop” before reaching the last drink station. Shiiiiiit, my only reaction was shouting “Nooooo, whyyyyyy????” I was accompanied by Ulrik Heilmann, who looked back at me with the same expression on his face as I had.

At that point, I had no more to drink, was completely dehydrated, and had zero energy. It felt like we were in the middle of the Sahara Desert, covering many many kilometers, extremely thirsty, and looking like Jim Carrey. “Ulrik, do you have some waaaater?” Luckily, he had some energy drink in his camelback, so we stopped to drink.

This is how Ulrik and I looked

I crossed the finish line just after Ulrik Heilmann, after 4 hours of wild adventures, where I alternately felt fantastic, felt bad, was damn tired, and energetic on the way.

Angels of the Day

The angels of the day were a young guy named Jens Joorut, who noticed that I was struggling when I came dragging with Frederik Lundblad and my large bags. Like a true gentleman, he came running and offered to take both bags and carry them into the clothing tent, FANTASTIC! Qujanaq!

The other was physiotherapy Irene and her massage assistant. Irene took good care of my tendons near my bad knee, and I got a real massage.

And my kammak (companion) Frederik is the biggest star because he is who he is, but also because he had prepared the perfect skis for me.

There are always angels looking out for you and taking care of you when you’re on the move

Camp Fun, Day 1

Sitting and eating, telling stories from the day, laughing, and having a great time
Iggggg lovely people
Relaxing with candy and fun
My hero, who provided the most perfect skis every day, Frederik Lundblad

To be continued in part 2 in a couple of days, thank you for your attention.