Want to climb Lofotens most iconic peak? Join us for an unforgettable adventure.


– We take you safely up and down Lofoten’s most beautiful landmark.

Svolværgeita is a 150-meter high mountain peak on the southwest side of Fløyfjellet, just outside Svolvær on Austvågøy in Lofoten. The summit itself is 365 meters above sea level. The peak was first climbed on 1 August 1910 by Ferdinand Schjelderup, Alf Bonnevie Bryn and Carl Wilhelm Rubenson.

All routes on ‘Geita’ offer great and airy climbing. If you are interested in mountains, a trip to Svolværgeita should be on your bucket list.

Which route we choose depends on the shape of the day, the experience and the weather.

In any case, a trip to the top of Svolværgeita will be an unforgettable experience.

The trip takes approx. 4-5 hours, depending on weather and conditions.

We only do private groups. This means that if you as a couple/friends/family book, there is no one else in the group but you. This is for your safety and the best possible experience.

Minors/children can join, but it requires that parents/guardians are on the climb as well. However, the lower age limit is 13 years.


1 person NOK 4000,-
2 persons NOK 5000,-
3 persons NOK 7000,-
4 persons NOK 9000,-

Daily tours:

In the period May 15th to October 15th we do daily trips to ‘Geita’ aka ‘ The Goat’

In the high season, we have fixed meeting times:

Time: 10 am and 4 pm

Meeting at the ‘Grusholla’ car park at the foot of ‘Sherpatrappa’.


  • Private groups
  • Max 4 people
  • All climbing equipment
  • Climbing shoes

Frequently asked questions:

No climbing experience is required to get to the top of Svolværgeita with us.

You will receive the necessary training before the trip starts.

The path up to Geita is sometimes steep, but luckily not that long. If you are in generally good shape, this is not a problem.

The trip requires a little help from the weather Gods, but it can be done in a lot of weather.

Nevertheless, we may occasionally find ourselves forced to cancel/move the trip due to stormy weather.


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Deadlines: booking closes 24 hours before departure. 

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The tell of Svolværgeita.

A legend says that Svolværjura, who lived in Svolværfjellet, had dressed up in a dress and hat with a bow when she heard that Hamarøykallen was on the prowl. But when he came, she made herself precious and would not give a proper answer.

Then Hamarøygubben got angry. He took a large stone and ran after it, but the boom and the rock fell into two parts; one is called Tortelsteinen, and the other went down into Svolværvika and is called Gullet to this day.

Then the sun came down, and Hamarøykallen became Hamarøystauren, and Svolværjura became Svolværgeita, and you can see the bows on her hat like the two horns of the Goat.

How did Trollfjorden and Svolværgeita form?

Several thousand years ago, the Trollfjorden was a lake named Trollsjøen.

One summer, when there was unreasonably good herring fishing in Vesterålen, Vågakallen left in hui and rushed his boat to participate in the fishery. Kyrn hannes was only allowed to go about as they pleased while fishing.

It turned out that the cows ended up grazing around Trollsjøen, because the grass was juicy and good there. But this pasture was reserved for the cows of the one-eyed Hinnøy-Risen.

One night when the daughter of the Hinnøy troll was out to milk the cows, she spotted two strange cows. She jumped over Raft Sound and let out a roar, waving her arms and chasing them west.

But the same thing happened again the next night, and when they were there for the third night in a row, she ran home and complained to her father.

The Hinnøy troll was pissed off, two on the move with some large boulders, and limped off to end the mischief. He struck the stones together so the sparks flew, and the echo rolled like thunder between the mountains. The cows heard the bleating for a long time and took to the west. The Hinnøygubb threatened after them with his fist and swore that if they came back one more time, he would make mincemeat of them. A week went by without the cows from Vågan appearing at Trollsjøen.

But suddenly one night the girl came bounding home at full gallop, shouting that now the cows of Vågakallen were there again. Then the troll became so festeringly angry that he took with him the biggest ax he had and set off for Troll Lake. Now he really wanted to put an end to this parasitic farming. But as he approached Raftsundet, he tripped over a ridge of thunder and fell as far as he was.

In the fall, he cooled the ax in the rock between Raftsundet and Trollsjøen with such force that the edge of the ax went far below the surface of the sea. When he got up again, he pulled the ax loose, and the water in Trollsjøen sank to the level of the sea. Trollsjøen had become a small arm of the fjord which was later renamed Trollfjorden. The terrified cretturans of Vågakallen had long since disappeared, when the old man finally got his bearings. The only thing he found left was a goat that had been killed by the rubble from the ax cutting.

In anger, he took the dead goat and threw it into the mountain. It fell into the mountains north of Svolvær and has long since turned to stone, and has today been named Svolværgjeita.

(taken from Svolvær Historielag)


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