I didn't die, not completely anyhow. The year-long gap in updates to this blog marks a rebirth. The young, naive postgrad Tomás is dead, and the new improved Dr. Tomás is born.
There was a lot of stress in finishing up my Ph.D, and little free time, and certainly no time for writing here. My sincere apologies!
However, there were still plenty of trips. Completely necessary trips, as nothing reminds you that work isn't the whole world like tough skiing through the amazing Scandinavian north. Deadlines and to-do lists seem far away at minus 20°C in a white-out.
Sandwiched in between the work-grind has been lots of climbing, lots of skiing, lots of camping. Hard-slogs in harsh conditions, epic rides through Norwegian forested mountain slopes, fantastic bouldering at Fontainebleau, summer hikes across the Fjäll, and always lots of photography.
2014 was a taste of hell, but so far at least this year has been much kinder. 2015 has already given me the best ski trip of my life so far (above, in Norway), and the toughest one (below, at Vålådalen in north-Sweden).
This weekend I'll be breaking out the Igloo-maker on a trip to Kiruna to do some cross-country skiing and hopefully catch a glimpse of the aurora borealis. Things are looking up.
So here's to 2015, long may she reign.