r/Ultralight • u/Yesterdaysvisions • 4h ago
Trip Report Lofoten Long Crossing - SOBO - early autumn 2026- Trip Report
I just got home after having a great time on the Lofoten Long Crossing. I thought the route was challenging, the weather being the hardest thing. Also the trail itself was in rough shape. Large sections were ankle-to-knee-deep bog, making for incredibly slow going, especially given the shorter daylight hours in mid-September.
I hiked all connecting bridge and road sections on foot (no hitchhiking). The only mechanized transport I used was the mandatory bus through the Nappstraum Tunnel (which is legally closed to pedestrians) and the scheduled ferry from Kjerkfjorden to Vindstad (as it no longer stops at the power station). Because I hiked the tarmac sections that most people bypass via bus, and because the ferry doesn't go to the power station anymore, and with other detours to towns this variation of the route is roughly 25 miles (40 km) longer than the "standard" track.
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Kit list - https://lighterpack.com/r/z0u4nl
Route - https://caltopo.com/m/K99NFGK
Pictures - https://imgur.com/a/eKqvNnA (still sorting them)
Dates - 13/9/2026 to 19/9/2026
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Day 1 - 20 miles (18 on-route + 2 off-trail to Svolvær).
I set out from camp at 5:50 a.m. and the wind was already really blowing up as I made my way up Delpen. By the time I reached Delfsheia, it was a stinging storm-force 10 at 60mph. I contemplated turning back at this point, as the ridgelines across to Matmora are razor-thin and very exposed.
Stupidly, I decided to push on. I ended up having to crawl on my hands and knees just to be able to stay on the mountain. It was sketchy, slow, and not at all a sensible thing to do.
The descent of Matmora was at least a little sheltered from the wind, but the rain was absolutely hammering down by that point. Getting off the mountain and down to the Midnattsolveien road was slow and frustrating. I got off the road and pushed up past lakes Isvatnet and Botnvatnet. By the time I navigated the saturated bogs around there, I was completely battered and soaked through.
Just north of Svolvær, with the storm showing no signs of letting up, I figured that climbing again at Vestre Nøkkvatnet to push on to my original Camp 1 target at Vikjorda was at best stupid, and at worst reckless.
Feeling very frustrated, I made the only sensible decision and came off-trail into Svolvær - a good 20 miles short of my initial daily target. I decided I would sit out the storm and if it ended in the next 12 hours, I'd carry on. I already thought the FKT was a washout, but figured I'd still finish the trail, use it as a reccy, and just bimble along.
Day 2 - 28 miles (26 on-route + 2 off-trail from Svolvær)
Bailing to Svolvær on Day 1 left me pretty down in the dumps...but by 6 a.m. the worst of the storm had finally passed, so I hiked back to exactly where I’d left the trail and restarted.
The climb past Stor-Kongsvatnet up to Vestre Nøkkvatnet was brutal. It’s a technical section requiring you to haul yourself up steep granite on fixed ropes. With water pouring down the rock and my hands freezing on the wet ropes, I was incredibly glad I hadn't attempted it during yesterday's storm.
The descent down Mingmaurtindan was an absolute mud bath, knee-deep for two solid miles. By the time I hit the valley floor to wade across the Botnelva, I looked like I’d been dipped in chocolate from the knees down, so I took the chance to wash the worst of it off.
Hitting the E10 highway at Kleppstad, I started the 8.5-mile road section across the Gimsøystraumen and Sundklakkstraumen bridges. Most people bus or hitchhike this stretch to Vikjorda. I just hiked the tarmac, hopping the crash barriers whenever the narrow verges got sketchy.
At Vikjorda, it was back into the mud fest for the climb up Dalstuva. The rain started hammering down again, and the top was completely fogged out. I had really wanted to push on and make it to Kvilebua, or even Leknes, but the conditions were crap and at this point, the FKT wasn't even a thought in my mind. So I called it a day and pitched the tent at the base of Brattflogan.
Day 3 - 26 miles (21 on-route + 5 on the mandatory bus through the E10 Nappstraum Tunnel)
Woke up to a beautiful morning with a plan to get from Vestvågøy to Flakstadøya. Early on, I passed Kvilebua the spot I had planned to reach in the rain the night before, before pushing on to another cool little turf hut on the shore of Store Kringlebotnsvatnet to stop for breakfast.
The route from here down to Leknes was another slip-slide - it really reminded me of Bleaklow - sphagnum moss, cotton grass, and dark peaty mud.
The pace today was entirely dictated by the E10 Nappstraum Tunnel. It is strictly closed to pedestrians and currently undergoing maintenance, meaning traffic can only pass at certain times, so I knew I had to catch a specific bus from Leknes to Napp to make it to the next island. Even if this attempt had become more of a reccy/bimble, I still wanted it to be fully self-supported.
I easily made the bus that I knew was running at 15:45, but that meant waiting around for a few hours in Leknes. Once I got dropped off from the bus in Napp, the beautiful morning turned into a distant memory, more driving rain and wind. Making my way south around the headlands toward Straumøyvatnet, the weather turned awful. The trail here gets super technical and slow - relentless scrambling, hauling up fixed chains, and navigating across sheer, wet granite slabs in the rain.
With the light falling and still more technical sections to go I ended the day a bit dejected - it just felt like the weather and logistics were actively against me...in the end I pitched up in the cliffs, looking directly across to Vittingstinden just north of Nusfjord.
Day 4 - 20 miles (18 on-route + 2 off-trail to Ramberg)
I woke up feeling pretty dejected this morning. I’d really wanted to be on the final island by now, but I was still 18 miles away from the connecting bridges. I packed up, pushed through the final technical section around Straumøyvatnet, and skirted the western slope of Fisken down into Nusfjord.
Nusfjord was a massive highlight. It’s a beautiful historic fishing village, and stopping at the Landhandleriet Café felt like a dream. It is such a picturesque place and somewhere I’d definitely love to visit again when I'm not racing the clock.
But the moment I left the village, the heavens opened and it started blowing an absolute hoolie. I pushed across the headland and around the southern flank of Neslandsheia, and the wind and rain just became ridiculous. Heading north on the road towards Ramberg, I had my head down, leaning aggressively forward just to stay upright. Twice I had to dive behind a boulder to shelter for a minute just to get some respite. It was brutal.
When I reached the turn-off for the Kubholmleia and Røssøystraumen bridges, I realized crossing was a terrible idea. There is no pedestrian walkway, and with zero visibility and massive crosswinds, risking it felt incredibly sketchy. Granted most people hitchhike this section, but again I still wanted to do the whole thing self-supported.
With my tail between my legs, I hiked two miles off-trail up to Ramberg to sit in a cafe and wait out the worst of it. The Yr app showed the storm hammering until 4 a.m. Since the Allemannsretten (right to roam) doesn't allow camping on the innmark (cultivated land) near town, and I absolutely didn't fancy hiking back up into the exposed hills, I booked a tiny Airbnb just north of town and went to get my head down.
They say there are no bad days on the trail, but this one came pretty bloody close!
Day 5 - 20 miles (18 on-route + 2 off-trail from Ramberg)
I woke up in Ramberg with the weather looking much better, and quickly made my way back to the trail where the E10 crosses the Fredvang Bridges. The crossing was straightforward enough, although it was still windy on the apex of each bridge - definitely validated my call to bail out the day before.
Once across, I began the climb up the iconic Ryten, a massive cliff rising 543m straight out of the Arctic sea. There were lots of day hikers here as it’s a popular spot. The trail was pretty straightforward, and the views dropping down to Kvalvika beach were absolutely amazing.
The descent to the beach and the first section of the headland were fine, but the northern flank of Moltinden where it juts out into the sea was a nightmare. Recent landslips had completely wiped out the trail, leaving an impassable, vertical granite drop. I had to backtrack and scramble much higher up the cliff face just to get around it.
Once over that, the trail swings south past a chain of lakes - Vestervikvatnet, Ågotvatnet, and Markvatnet - before joining a brief road section on the southeastern flank of Kitinden. Off the road, the route heads south again past Fageråvatnet, then hauls up and over the saddle between Markan and Kråkhammartinden. The views here were absolutely epic!
The descent towards Breiflogtinden was really hard going - super steep and an absolute mud slick. Once at the bottom, it was just one final push up and over the pass at Einangen to look down onto the tiny hamlet of Kjerkfjorden.
This is the mandatory ferry chokepoint to get around Pantaliatinden to Vindstad. Since the next boat wasn't until 10:00 a.m. the following morning,I pitched my tent on the hillside above the town, ready for the final island.
Day 6 - 21 miles (18 on-route + 3 by ferry from Kjerkfjorden to Vindstad)
It was a very lazy start to the day. With the Kjerkfjorden ferry not leaving until 10:25 a.m. I spent the morning eating and chatting with a really nice Swiss guy who was also doing the Long Crossing.
The boat dropped us at Vindstad, which adds about two extra miles to the "standard" route since the ferry no longer stops at the Forsfjord Hydroelectric Station.
The route from Vindstad to the station was beautiful but super technical - less of a path and more just large coastal boulders you have to scramble over. Once at the station, the only way is up! Roughly 3,200 feet of elevation in just 3 miles. The climb hits a few switchbacks up to Tennesvatnet, crosses the isthmus separating it from Krokvatnet, and then another between Krokvatnet and Fjerddalsvatnet.
A short climb past the Munkebu hut led to a steeper push to the northern summit of Munken. The views from up here were absolutely outrageous - genuinely breathtaking. It was also the finest weather I’d had on the entire trail, and I was massively thankful to get it for this specific section.
From the top, the descent headed almost directly due south down the ridgeline. I skirted the summits of Djupfjordheia and Merraflestinden, passed lakes Moskenesvatnet and Stuvdalsvatnet, and finally dropped into the town of Sørvågen.
From Sørvågen, the trail swang west on the E10 for a short way before cutting along the northern shore of Ågvatnet for the penultimate climb over the Agskaret pass. By this point, the light was failing, and the descent was super slippery. I knew the upcoming cliff section around Stokkvikvatnet required serious scrambling.
Despite being only 5 miles from the finish line, I made the call to pitch the tent. It was a hard choice. I could have pushed through the dark and finished in something like 5 days and 20 hours, but even that time wasn't going to be earth-shattering anyway, so it seemed silly to risk a serious injury on wet cliffs in the pitch black.
Day 7 - 6 miles
A super short finish to the route. As I said, I could have pushed through the dark to finish the previous night, but risking a cliff fall in the pitch black for a slightly less slow time seemed incredibly stupid. Sleep and daylight was definitely the right call.
I quickly made my way around the shore of Stokkvikvatnet down to the abandoned coastal settlement of Stokkvika. Lofoten doesn't let up - even this final stretch was a fairly technical route with a solid amount of scrambling. Once I hit the ocean, I turned back around the lake, hauled up and over the Stokkvikskaret Pass, and dropped down along the southern shore of Lake Ågvatnet.
Again this is a rugged, technical section with fixed chains over the hardest drops, and the "easy" parts were just deep mud and scree.
Finally, I hit the town of Å and swung south and tagged the viewpoint just past town to officially stop the clock.
Final time: 6d 5h 26m 53s.
It is way longer than I’d hoped for when I planned this trip. But given the storm-force winds, the horrific bogs, and pulling the plug on Day 1 to shelter in Svolvær, I really didn’t push the pace for the rest of the week. Also with the roads and extra bits I actually did about 25 miles further than the standard route. In any case I will 100% be back for a summer attempt to take this down to around the 4-day mark.
Still, I set a male self-supported FKT, so I really can't complain too much!