Day 55: Goals And Motivation

Oian Airport to Fiskahogda

Distance: 45km

Finally some well needed, deep sleep. I wake up well rested and take my time to get ready.
I know, I shouldn't waste too much time, since the weather forecast predicts thunderstorms and rain this afternoon and I plan a long day. But it's just so comfy up here in my tower.

Eventually I get my act together and take-off, heading 180 (south for my non-aviation-friends). Destination: Fiskahogda. An ambitious goal. 45 kilometers. But then again, defining such a goal definitely improves my motivation. Something, a place, I have to aim for. Wanting to reach it, I can squeeze out some extra energy. 
On the other hand I have days where I just walk, without any set destination. It's a different kind of hiking. Less pressure, more relaxed. 
A mix of both suits me well. What isn't working though are non-ambitious goals. I can't find the motivation and walking gets surprisingly difficult. 

Anyway, the initial 12 kilometers road walk and the following trail help to get closer to my goal. It's a far cry from the trails I hiked on the previous days (if there was a trail). Well marked, easy to walk. They are even about to install boardwalks over wetlands. Once they are ready, it will literally be an autobahn. It's 14:30, when I have left 35 kilometers behind me. Surprisingly good pace. Fiskahogda now just a stone's throw away. 

Well, it can't be that easy. And it isn't. The trail is still great but the bad weather is closing in, massive cumulus towering above me. Soon afterwards I get hit by the first fat raindrops. I don't care about the rain though. It helps cooling down. However, the lightning strikes are bothering me. Since I nearly got hit by a lightning while camping two years ago, I became more cautious and aware. Luckily, the lightnings strike more towards the west, over the lake. Still, I push even harder know. The last couple of meters are steep and seem to take forever. I would be royally pissed off and even a bit desperate if the shelter was either locked or occupied. There is no plan B. The shelter is at over a 1000 meters above sea level and exposed. No way I could pitch my tent anywhere nearby. And I don't have the energy to continue. 

Luckily the shelter is neither locked nor full. Even the sun comes out briefly. But only for a couple of seconds. The shelter is nothing to remember (it has a weird old-people's-smell) but is perfectly suited to sit out the storms, which are rolling over from Sweden tonight and tomorrow morning. 

Forest...
Forest...
... gives way to more open terrain.
... gives way to more open terrain.
Dryer and less river crossing today. Easy cruising most of the way
Dryer and less river crossing today. Easy cruising most of the way
Dark clouds ahead
Dark clouds ahead
My shelter tonight. Small and compact. All I need.
My shelter tonight. Small and compact. All I need.
Happy to be out of the storm
Happy to be out of the storm

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Comments: 1
  • #1

    Fredy Koster (Thursday, 29 July 2021 22:07)

    After 45km hiking, exiting weather, uh, I can only imagine how it feels to reach this hut and stop walking, get rid of the backpack. By the way I find the hut nice and it fits perfect into this rough landscape.
    And I hope one sleeps well in it:)

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