Besides bringing smiles on our faces, the successful hunt has provided us with something to yet. For the first time in the more than 50 years that Peter has fished in the mountains, the fishing nets were tuned out to be empty. The tough Norwegian never brings food with him on his mountain hikes, as he lives from what he can hunt, catch, or collect. If we had not had the reindeer meat by now, we would quite literally be without food.
It has been a tough day; the reindeer meat lies heavily in our stomachs and tiredness comes quickly. Exhausted and with aching muscles, we crawl into our sleeping bags in the small cave. Sleep comes easily.
The next morning, the hunter notices through the small cave opening that it has started to rain again. Sad, but true. After a quick cup of coffee and eating the last two slices of white bread, it is time to go get the meat to the depot. Fortunately, we only have to carry it for a few kilometers further down the mountain. From there Peder will get it out with the use of his Icelandic ponies.