Day 65: One Last Day Above The Tree Line

The coming weeks will be very different. Flatter, more forest, more towns, more culture. Not worse or more boring than the previous parts. Just different. I'm honest: I will miss the Fjell - the mountains. The views. The solitude. But I am also looking forward for a change.

Back to the now: it's a late start after a extremely rainy night. It's only 20 kilometers lying ahead of me. So no rush. After a uncommon breakfast, I leave my sheltered, warm place. The trail is wet. Actually, I am not sure if it's a river or a trail. No rain but clouds accompanying me until the next hut, where I meet a father and son, who envite me for coffee. An hour later, we are on the way again. Even though they are headed in the same direction and I thought I would take it very slowly, I quickly leave them behind. I guess when you spend so much time hiking, there's not such a thing as 'slow hiking'. 

Weather improves, the trail stays wet and bumpy all the way. In fact it's quite undulating terrain and I did a good amount of vertical meters. Once I get closer to my designated camping spot, more and more people are crossing my path. Mostly families enjoying the sunny Sunday afternoon. I'm definitely getting closer to civilization, where I will arrive tomorrow, after a short 8 kilometers hike. Check in time at my little cabin is 11:00. So it's going to be a late start again tomorrow.