Dog Sledding Tour at Camp Tamok from Tromsø
Dog Sledding Tour at Camp Tamok from Tromsø
There are tours, and then there’s this tour — the one where you sign up for “advanced dog sledding” like it’s just a pleasant Nordic Instagram reel. But buckle up, buttercup. Camp Tamok doesn’t play around. Nestled about 75 minutes outside Tromsø (aka “Land of Northern Lights and questionable decision-making”), this tour isn’t for the faint of heart — or for people who think dogsledding is just sitting in a cozy sled while sipping hot cocoa.
Nope. You’re the musher. You drive the sled. And the huskies? They know you’re new and They smell fear. They laugh in dog.
So. Many. Huskies.
Before the chaos, there’s the charm. The huskies at Camp Tamok are the fluffiest, happiest workaholics you’ll ever meet. These aren’t your lazy neighborhood Labradors — these dogs were practically born with tiny snowshoes on their feet. The moment they see a sled being prepped, they absolutely lose their minds. Barking, hopping, howling—think boy band meets energy drink commercial. And you? You’re just trying to figure out how to put on snow boots without falling over.
Mush It Real Good
After a quick crash course (more “this is the brake” than “how to do a triple Axel with your sled”), you’re handed the reins — literally. There’s a passenger sled and a driver sled. You take turns, but let’s be honest, everyone wants to drive. Until the first turn. Then everyone wants to be adopted by the dogs and left to die in the snow.
The sled takes off like a furry rocket. Trees whiz by. Snow flies up into your mouth. Your soul briefly leaves your body. But somehow, miraculously, you don’t crash into a pine tree. The huskies listen, sort of. They respond best to enthusiasm, so expect to yell things like “Let’s go!” “Good dogs!” and “OH SWEET MOTHER OF ARCTIC SNOW” into the frosty air.
The Peaceful Chaos
Once you find your rhythm (around kilometer six), a strange thing happens — it becomes serene. You’re gliding across frozen rivers and through snow-draped forests like some kind of rugged Arctic hero. You start to believe you were born for this life. You imagine your autobiography: “Lead Me to the Huskies: One Human’s Journey to Mild Competence.”
And then one dog stops to poop and the whole sled nearly tips. Reality bites. Literally. Sometimes the dogs nip each other mid-run like siblings arguing over who gets the window seat. It’s beautiful, chaotic, and unforgettable.
Hot Meals, Cold Toes, Big Grins
Back at basecamp, with adrenaline still spiking and legs made of jelly, you’re rewarded with a hot meal in a warm Sami-style tent. There’s local stew and There’s laughter. There’s mutual respect among fellow adventurers who now all walk like they’ve just gotten off a rollercoaster ridden on snow.
Would they do it again? Absolutely. Once their toes thaw.
Final Verdict: Sled Life, Best Life
If you’re looking for a comfy cruise through a winter wonderland, go watch Frozen. But if you want real Arctic adventure — complete with stubborn huskies, snow in your eyelashes, and the thrill of not falling off a sled — Camp Tamok’s advanced tour delivers. Just don’t forget to thank the dogs. They’re the real MVPs.
Ready to mush?
