My name is Kari Gomez Augestad, and as you can guess, I have a half Norwegian name because my mother is Norwegian. She was born in Oslo and was passionate about alpine skiing. My mother was one of the first women to have a ski pass at the small ski resort of Kirkerudbakken, which today … Continue reading
Have you ever had the feeling to be in the right place at the right time? It was not the first time I found myself in the departure hall of Oslo airport. Yet, that day, in the midst of the ceaseless flow of travellers, an odd complicity seemed to be prevailing between the passengers about … Continue reading
(<< previous) The pleasure is intense until the last turn. From the foot of the couloir, we can see across the valley the line we will have to reach the following day. It will allow us to meet the slopes of our start and thus to complete the circle. But before that, we have to … Continue reading
I suffer from a growing evil, which could be named ‘the call of the North’. One could describe it as an obsession, a magnetic call guiding each of my trips towards the same direction. The North. The discovery of the Lofoten islands on skis only worsened my condition. Are you familiar with this feeling of … Continue reading
