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Back in the Dolomites

Two years after Lutz and I climbed and rode down Cima Ombretta Orientale (see the video here), we found ourselves talking about how it was the most beautiful mountain we had ever been on. So we decided to go and climb that 3011m high peak in the Dolomites again. No cameras this time, but instead the best camping chef in the world: Jesper Andersen.

The winter in this part of the Alps had been cold and long this year and we knew we were going to have to cross some snow fields and might not even be able to see the summit. But we decided to drive down to Italy and give it a try. Even the weather forecast showing nothing but small icons of grey clouds and grey clouds with rain couldn’t stop us. We are brave adventurers, we thought. So we packed everything we’d need for two days in our backpacks and waved good bye to our green little van.

Soon we realized, it was indeed rather snowy. (The bivouac hut we planned on sleeping at is behind the black rocks in the very back center of this photo.)

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Ladies and gentlemen, this is Jesper. He is 1,90m tall.

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We made it over the snow fields and found the bivouac just as we remembered it from two years ago. It felt almost like coming back to a beloved week end house.

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Should we try to bring our unis on the summit?

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Jesper thought we should carve some stones first…

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…and melt snow to cook dinner later that night.

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Meanwhile, Lutz practiced jumping.

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We decided to try and climb up to the summit the same day. Soon we had to realize it doesn’t really make sense to climb a vertical snow field with a unicycle, so we left them behind and hoped the lonesome Spanish guy who was also staying at the bivouac wouldn’t steal them.

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At the top of Cima Ombretta Orientale, again.

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Why did we not bring our unis?

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We decided to reenact the photos from 2012 anyhow.

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Our chef Jesper was getting hungry and went ahead to start preparing dinner.

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But we told him he has to earn those calories…

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…by riding down a steep field of scree.

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Surprisingly he survived and was still as excited about cooking as before.

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There was nothing to do, we had forgotten the schnaps and so we went to bed.

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Just like two years ago, I sneaked outside for the sunrise. This time I took my camera.

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We could barely stop Jesper from making pancakes for breakfast.

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Instead we enjoyed the best pot of porridge we ever had…

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…along with a great breakfast view.

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As pretty as those clouds were, they didn’t mean any good. We hurried down the trail without taking any photos. It was great to see how much easier some parts were, but also how good my riding must have been already when I was riding that thing down the first time.

After this epic adventure, we decided to invite Scott into our van and tell him what he had missed for the rest of the trip.

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He said we were mean and started missing his Mom.

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Luckily, we had found another mountain that was almost as high and almost as beautiful.

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Jesper fixed the best and most garlicy dinner yet.

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And soon Scott was back to his old shape.

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On our last day, we wanted to climb an even higher mountain called Piz Boè. Just in case Jesper’s Danish genes would not be able to handle those 3152 meters of altitude, Lutz’s girlfriend Giulia joined, to carry him down if necessary. (Yes, he’s taken now. Sorry Jacob.)

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The next day looked quite promising.

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Scotts was wearing tights again.

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We carried some stones up the mountain…

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…and were amazed by the Italians who never fail their style, even in the roughest conditions.

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Lutz did a spontaneous dance of joy.

And decided to look like Reinhold Messner for the rest of the day.

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Jesper couldn’t believe he was still alive at an altitude almost 20 times higher than the highest mountain of Denmark.

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On the way down, Scott finally got his ride on steep scree.

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Happily, we all jumped into the van and didn’t stop singing until we were back home.

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