08. September 2021
Day 96: I Wish I Was A Fish
Torekov to Josefinelust
Clouds were rolling in overnight, keeping the warm air beneath them. Therefore, getting up on this mild early Wednesday morning is quite pleasant.
I leave Torekov during blue hour, the harbor town still fast asleep. Me, however, I am on a mission. I've set an ambitious goal for the day: Josefinelust, some 65 kilometers away. In fact, I can spot it on the other side of the sound. If I was a fish, I would be there by lunch time. Unfortunately, I'm not so it will take me a wee bit longer. Yes, it's mostly flat, easy going terrain mainly over pasture with some beach in between. However, with the days getting shorter, I can't waste too much time. Especially since I am not a particularly fast walker. A walking speed of more than 5 kilometers an hour is not realistic.
I make good progress, I even go for a quick swim. While I pass through all these villages rather quickly, it never feels like I'm rushing. To be honest, they all look very similar anyway. After a dull morning, the sun comes out during the afternoon.
My body feels quite alright. Even after 60 kilometers nothing is aching. And since I have some extra minutes left, I do a little detour climb the highest point of the Kullaberg peninsula. A mere 188 meters above sea level! From there it's a quick walk down to the shelter. Which is occupied. Bummer. The 'drinking' water, which is supposed to be there is not drinkable according to a sign. Another bummer. I don't feel like camping next to the shelter (it wouldn't be allowed anyway). Too many people and motor homes. Stupid. Just stupid to put a vindskydd right next to the parking lot. What were they thinking.
After 65 kilometers, more than 13 hours on the trail and with daylight running out quickly, I have to quickly come up with a plan B. I decide to climb down to Josefinelust Beach and try my luck there. In fact, as it's getting dark, I will have to stay there, no matter what. Luckily, I find a rather lovely spot high above the beach. Not enough space for the tent but for a bivy it is suitable. As I couldn't fill up water, it's going to be a dry camp. Doesn't matter. I am too tired to cook anyway. But I'm happy. Very happy that I have reached my goal. 65 kilometers. I will sleep well tonight. Let's just hope there won't be any rain.