• Bern
  • Classics For The Season Opening – Jungfrau Ski Region

    Tiina Kivelä Swiss Alps

    Had to do a trip across half the country again – to good old Jungfrau Ski Region. Though didn’t really have to, wanted to, was invited to and went for few nights and the first day of skiing for this season.

    Noticed how I clearly haven’t trained enough for this kind of sports and also damn it was cold (even for a Finn). But it was beautiful as hell  Swiss Alps at their best. And it was sunny, there was hot chocolate and bratwurst and after ski beer and one of the best parties of the year in Interlaken after the after ski.

    As a pro tip, if and when going to ski here, check the accommodation+ski pass packages. Might give you a “free” night with breakfast for the price of day’s ski pass. Me spoiled kid could – this time again – enjoy the hospitality of friends.

    A friend with these views is definitely a friend to be grateful for. And a very lucky friend.

    Tiina Kivelä Swiss Alps

    Tiina Kivelä Kleine Scheidegg

    Where: Jungfrau Ski Region  – Kleine Scheidegg 2061 m & Lauberhorn Start Bar 2317 m

  • BLOG
  • Mountains & Mountain People

    Tiina Kivelä

    In 2015 I traveled to Engelberg for a little camp, which eventually became one of the most significant travels of mine.

    It cannot be proved how exactly it did what it did. But still I would like to say that especially because of that trip I eventually made my home in Switzerland, and made other challenging things with great success as well. (Of course there’s been failures too, there always is, but I’ve done my best to not do the same mistakes again.)

    Especially on that trip and many times after I pushed myself towards new challenges like never before. More focused, more determined and more grounded.

    One of the biggest inspirations was definitely Matilda (go check the good work they do with the foundation in here) but also others – in Engelberg and in other places – have been of great influence of who I am now and what I go after.

    Oh and the mountains too of course.

    And maybe a bit has to do with the age too – more years and more experiences leave their mark and lessons.

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    After Engelberg, there’s been new mountains, new towns, new work, new people, new loves, and new way of living. I did not totally invent myself again and I have done some crazy – or should I say challenging – things before too.

    But I would like to say I am very happy I did that trip, which accelerated a series of trips and adjustments which worked their own transformative powers in me. Like this La Grave in the pics. And I would like to say, with some scientific facts and many empirical studies in my pockets, that a good mix for these processes to happen are the mountains and the mountain people.

    The people with whom you one way or other end up traveling and doing things with and more than else the guides from whom you buy a service from. (Thank you, the ones who end up reading this.)

    Funnily enough, I am currently looking for a place to live in Engelberg. So it’s like a circle would close and I would have found my way to the place (and mountains) which have been calling me for long already.

    In other words, be careful what you sign up for, people. Travels and adventures work their magic constantly.

     

  • BLOG
  • La Grave – The Art Of Getting “Extreme”

    La Grave Raw Tiina Kivelä

    Once upon a time in La Grave. 

    This past January I traveled to La Grave. The La Grave. For I needed a break, a holiday and to get “extreme” – steep skiing, couloir skiing and lagraving (who knows, knows).

    It was exactly as challenging and enhancing as I wished for. Worth the money, so to speak – and my kind of package holiday, definitely. I don’t say it made me a confident pro skier (I wish!) – but it did put me into the most challenging situations I’ve been on skis (and skis on my back and in the storage room when I had to get up 6am every single day on a holiday). Yes, I’m weird with my holiday preferences.

    There were a storm and Couloir Olympique (random video of it)– there were shaky legs and sketchy frozen avalanche debris and steep rocky slopes to traverse on – and there were many well earned beers and excited mornings before guide brief and three course french meals (and cheese!). Not to forget all the badass ladies in the camp, who nicely added some balance to the mainly male fellow mountaineers and guests in the lodge (women, please, do come do these kind of things more often – leave the boyfriends home for once and just do it.)

    I could repeat this next winter too.  And if you’re going, look for a guide named Erin Smart. She’s a professional you want to ski sketchy couloirs with. 

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    La Grave Tiina Kivelä

    Finally there was the great glacier run, smooth and straight, forever straight if your legs could hold it, your ankles locked, you running so low, leaning into the speed, dropping forever and forever in the silent hiss of the crisp powder. It was better than any flying or anything else, and you built the ability to do it and to have it with the long climbs, carrying the heavy rucksacks. You could not buy it nor take a ticket to the top. It was the end we worked all winter for, and all the winter built to make it possible.

    © Ernest Hemingway


    Where: La Grave La Meije, 05320 France