Day 113: I Knocked The Bastard Off

Rødekro Aktivitetspark Shelter to Flensburg 

Distance: 40km


An outrageous amount of calories found the way into my stomach yesterday, challenging my digestion and thus making me comfortably warm throughout the night.


Getting up on the last day is never an issue, especially not today as I'm looking forward to a warm place to stay for tonight. Great motivation. 

But I have to deserve it. It's a long walk, the first half in rain (which wasn't forecasted) through very wet terrain. Shortly before crossing into Germany, I stop at the church of Bov. Not for a prayer but these churches usually feature a warm toilet. No exception here and I use it to change for dry, city-suitable clothes.

Crossing the border is - as usual - a rather emotional thing. Another milestone. 

Denmark, country number four done and dusted. Or as my Kiwi friends would say: I knocked the bastard off.


Now let's tackle country number 5: Germany! For now it's only for a couple of kilometers but somehow they manage to ignite my Germam Wanderlust for next year as I stroll through the adorable old town of Flensburg in the last rays of the sun with it's bustling Christmas Market. There won't e Christmas Markets next summer but longer days and milder temperatures will definitely make up for that.


So that was it! A hike across Denmark in November. 13 days, a bit more than 500 kilometers. 

It was certainly very different to my previous hikes. Not necessarily the landscape (which is similar to Sweden's southern part) but the hiking in constantly cold temperatures. Something, which turned out to be more challenging as I was anticipating. Luckily it was mostly just the cold. Rain was rare and only light when it did. Being outside nearly 24/7 and thus keeping myself warm wasn't always easy. It required a lot of eating. Fuel for my body. I could have worn morn but I more often than not had the impression the cold came from inside as well. Lack of sleep maybe despite the long nights.


Long nights. Another point I want to take up. When deciding to head to Denmark, I completely neglected this point. With only 8 hours of daylight the days are awfully short, requiring me to walk in the dark. Initially I had to get used to it but it somehow grew on me. Time at night was passing quickly and the moment the eastern sky turned from black to blue was always magical. In fact I remember every dawn of this little hike.


Last but not the people. Well, I can't say much about them as I have hardly met anyone on my hike. The few people I did meet though were wonderful.

I didn't mind to hike in solitude these two weeks. I actually enjoyed it. Still, if I'd continued, it might have become lonely.


Would I do it again? Maybe not. Do I regret it to have done it in November? Definitely not. I loved the challenge and am super happy I could master it. 

Christmas mood last night
Christmas mood last night
Is the bridge strong enough after my feast yesterday?
Is the bridge strong enough after my feast yesterday?
Trying to keep my hiking spirit up despite the rain
Trying to keep my hiking spirit up despite the rain
Border crossing!
Border crossing!
Leaving Denmark behind
Leaving Denmark behind
Sunny Germany
Sunny Germany
Santiago? No, I will stick to Switzerland...
Santiago? No, I will stick to Switzerland...
The hitchhiking-bench including signs, where to hitch. Such a fantastic idea!
The hitchhiking-bench including signs, where to hitch. Such a fantastic idea!
Perfect thing to stumble across as I just finished my other book
Perfect thing to stumble across as I just finished my other book
Flensburg
Flensburg
Downtown
Downtown
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Day 112: A Feast On My Last Evening

Maugstrup Plantage Shelter to Rødekro Aktivitetspark Shelter

Distance: 30km


A lot of rain overnight, a lot of moisture in the air, a cold night. Unsurprisingly, there's fog in the morning. Eventually the fog lifts, it stays grey and dull though. No wind, which makes it quite a pleasant walk nonetheless.

A walk which is mainly along farm tracks and secondary roads with very short bits of hiking trail. My backpack feels light (well it actually is light) and my legs feel fresh - even after all this walking on hard surfaces. I have to thank my body for playing along so nicely. Initially the beach, followed by the cold and as mentioned, all the hard surfaces. It could have been so differently.


It's early afternoon, when I'm approaching Rødekro, where I immediately set course to the supermarket for my last shopping in Scandinavia. I stock up on food, which I grew fond of during my last 112 days in Scandinavia. I will have to carry it 40 kilometers tomorrow but I don't mind to carry these good tasting memories in my backpack.

The supermarket is just a stone's throw away from the shelter, where I arrive shortly after. Luckily it's available for staying as there wouldn't be many other options around. I have a lovely and very rare chat with some locals, before I get ready for the night. I am already in my sleeping bag, finishing up my book, when the lady I was talking to before returns, offering me a warm soup, sandwiches, coffee and beer. What a wonderful, unexpected surprise. Trail magic at work. I eat the sandwich and soup as long as it is still hot. It's so filling actually that I decide to postpone my mac and cheese and porridge for later tonight. It's going to be a full blown three course dinner tonight. 

After drinking two cups of coffee and feeling a little excited as it's my last night on the trail, I won't be able to sleep so soon anyway. 


Dancing, eh hiking through the night
Dancing, eh hiking through the night
Good looking tree
Good looking tree
Vitamins hanging on the tree. A bit sour but otherwise perfect for eating.
Vitamins hanging on the tree. A bit sour but otherwise perfect for eating.
Small village along the way
Small village along the way
My daily dose of Christmas Trees. Hope you got yours already ;)
My daily dose of Christmas Trees. Hope you got yours already ;)
My shelter tonight
My shelter tonight
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Day 111: Feeling Sentimental

Skodborg Shelter to Maugstrup Plantage Shelter

Distance: 25km


Without luck, I am trying to find my motivation to get up this morning. It seems to have disappeared. Doesn't matter, as it's, after pushing the two previous days, going to be a short day out on the trail.

At around 07:30 nature is calling and I decide to take it as a sign to pack and hit the trail.

While the first half of the day is fairly pleasant to walk in sunny weather through forest and the town of Jels with its lovely windmill the second half is a bit more a struggle. Wind (after westerly wind 2 days ago, southerlies yesterday now it's blowing from the east) and some light rain making the walk a bit less pleasant. After a short 7 hour day I reach my basic shelter in a pine plantation. It is super simple and I love it. I get comfortable, read my book, cook dinner. Lentil soup with chocolate porridge as dessert it is. 

Yes, it's cold (not the porridge but the weather) , yes it's wet. Not comfortable, really, I've come out of my comfort zone more than enough. Especially after spending nearly all of the past 11 days in shelters. Yet, lying in my sleeping bag, candles burning peacefully beside me, listening to the rain in solitude - enjoying and appreciating the simple things the trail offers. I already know I am gonna miss it. 

Snapshot of... Even more Christmas tress...
Snapshot of... Even more Christmas tress...
Jels mill
Jels mill
Haervejen - the trail I have been loosely following since day 102
Haervejen - the trail I have been loosely following since day 102
Hello beautiful
Hello beautiful
Surprised to find some apples. Still tasty.
Surprised to find some apples. Still tasty.
Finding shelter from the wind. My mood very mediocre.
Finding shelter from the wind. My mood very mediocre.
My shelter tonight
My shelter tonight
(Organized) chaos... I really don't think anyone else will show up on this rainy Saturday night.
(Organized) chaos... I really don't think anyone else will show up on this rainy Saturday night.
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Day 110: Keep Pushing

Vingsted Shelter to Skodborg Shelter

Distance: 45km


A cold night, a cold morning. Luckily there's a heated toilet, where I spend a bit more time than usual to soak up some warmth before heading into the night at exactly 04:00. The first 4 hours are night hiking, the time and kilometers usually passing quickly. Probably because navigating the small backroads and paths need more concentration than during daylight. Again I find some shortcuts, which means a bit of road walk. Well, the official trail is road walk as well, just following quiet roads.


By 09:30 I reach Baekke. Time for resupply and to treat myself with some sweats. In the cold, I will burn their calories in no time. Initially I was planning on staying here but it's obviously way too early so I push on after finishing packing and eating. 2 hours after Baekke, I pass through Vejen. An neverending, straight road takes me through the town, passing what feels like a hundred barber shops and hair styles studios. The only reason I would visit them was to escape the now unpleasantly stiff, cold southerly breeze. However, I keep on pushing. The shelter I was initially eyeing is closed for construction. So there's no other way than to push on some more. After 40 kilometers on hard, flat surfaces, my body feels stiff. The cold wind does not help.


At three, 11 hours after starting, I make it to Skodborg. Town number three today and my today's spontaneous destination. Luckily my hexagonally shaped shelter offers a good protection from the wind for my 3rd last night in Denmark. Time sure is flying. 

A Viking Ship formed burial place. Apparently to send the souls of the deceased on their journey.
A Viking Ship formed burial place. Apparently to send the souls of the deceased on their journey.
A common sight today: Christmas Trees
A common sight today: Christmas Trees
Vejen
Vejen
My shelter
My shelter
Tea and porridge for dinner. Always a great combination. And yes I know, I mixed up the pot and cup (I had logistical reasons to do it that way. I'm not a walking zombie yet ;)
Tea and porridge for dinner. Always a great combination. And yes I know, I mixed up the pot and cup (I had logistical reasons to do it that way. I'm not a walking zombie yet ;)
Oh and here a photo of the Danish power outlet. The happiest outlet on earth and always a mood booster when I come across one every once in a while.
Oh and here a photo of the Danish power outlet. The happiest outlet on earth and always a mood booster when I come across one every once in a while.
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Day 109: Frontal System

Højderyggens Shelter to Vingsted Shelter 

Distance: 35km


Except for the first couple of kilometers through forest (where I actually got a bit confused at one point in the night and walk an unintended full circle - I'm mildly pissed off when I suddenly walk past the same sign again a couple of minutes again) the big chunk is on backcountry roads, with not much to write about. Well, maybe I should mention that I don't head into Jelling as planned. Instead I take a shortcut straight towards to the south. Saves me a some kilometers of roadwalk. 


So let's write something about the weather, which I think, being a weather observer at work as well, was fairly interesting today. It starts with drizzle this morning, not too cold calm air. Roughly four hours into the hike, looking towards the west, I can see a clear line between clouds and blue sky approaching me. The line is nearly completely straight, right across Denmark reaching somewhere from the south west corner oto Copenhagen. At this point it is obvious that a front (most probably a cold one) must be approaching. I enjoy the good weather period as much as I can because I know, showers, wind and cooler temperatures will follow behind. And sure enough, roughly an hour later I spot the first towering cumulus to my right. The wind speeds must be high further up in the air and the clouds are here in no time, luckily bringing only a few showers but blustery wind and colder temperatures. These temperatures are supposed to stay. Especially in combination with the sky, which by now is clear again as the front passed through, getting up tomorrow morning will be on the chilly side again. 

Cloudy east, clear west of me
Cloudy east, clear west of me
Some clouds building up in the distance
Some clouds building up in the distance
A spell of showers, strong winds and a drop in temperature. A textbook cold front.
A spell of showers, strong winds and a drop in temperature. A textbook cold front.
The situation at 13:00
The situation at 13:00
Getting ready for a cold night
Getting ready for a cold night
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Day 108: Plans Fixed

Christianshøj Shelter to Højderyggens Shelter

Distance: 42km


A dull, unspectacular day. On and off drizzle, mostly through forest on wet, partly muddy trails.


Two things worth mentioning though: 

I rejoined the official E1 today, after leaving it in Halmstad. It feels good to be back on it!


Second point: planning. I couldn't just do nothing at all yesterday. So I risked an outlook for the coming days. 

From yesterday's Christianshøj shelter it's roundabout 250km to Flensburg. My goal: arrive there on the 29th at sunset. 6 days, roughly 40km days. Ambitious but absolutely doable since the terrain is generally flat and fast going. 


The itinerary looks like this:


24. Christianshøj to Norre Snede

25. Norre Snede to Jelling

26. Jelling to Baekke

27. Baekke to Vojens

28. Vojens to Rodekro

29. Rodekro to Flensburg


Usually, I never plan my hiking itinerary so detailed as I don't want to be too fixed on the schedule. But I thought I'd do an exception. Let's see how it works out. 


These long days also mean plenty of walking in the dark. Today it were more than 3 hours. While I don't particularly like it as it uses a good amount of concentration not to get lost or to stumble into things (especially in the forest), I find it kind of intriguing as well. My world is reduced to a small buble: only as far as the beam of my head lamp reaches. 


Bolling So in moon light. One of the rare moments out of the forest, where my little head-lamp-beam-world temporarily expands a bit.
Bolling So in moon light. One of the rare moments out of the forest, where my little head-lamp-beam-world temporarily expands a bit.
There really are valleys in Denmark!
There really are valleys in Denmark!
Tristesse
Tristesse
The little wonders of nature
The little wonders of nature
Some sun right in time for the most spectacular part of today's hike: Vrads Sande
Some sun right in time for the most spectacular part of today's hike: Vrads Sande
First E1 sign in Denmark (the X). Time for a selfie!
First E1 sign in Denmark (the X). Time for a selfie!
Tonight's shelter. Finally out of the drizzle.
Tonight's shelter. Finally out of the drizzle.
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Day 107: Energized

Viborg to Christianshøj

Distance: 40km


Yesterday, I left the waiting room shortly after 17:00 for some sightseeing and shopping. The city makes a great impression on me, with its wonderfully decorated old town.

Ingeborg, my last night's host, was already awaiting me. What follows are a hot shower, interesting talks, delicious food and a good night's sleep.


Today, I start into my day slowly as I don't feel like rushing but rather enjoy the warmth of the flat a bit longer. Still, by 07:30 and after a filling porridge, I have to say goodbye to my lovely host, who actually walked the same trail to Flensburg as well and could thus provide some helpful information. It's blue hour when I step out of the flat. In combination with the golden Christmas decorations a nice view.


It takes me awhile to navigate out to the city. But once I have made it, a proper hiking trail with initially great views over two lakes is awaiting me. After walking on hard surfaces for 3 days, the soft forest soil feels pleasant to walk on. 

For once I can't complain about the weather. Only light winds, sunny and not too cold. In fact, it's perfect hiking weather. 


My body feels good today. So good that I walk the first 4.5 hours without taking a break. At this pace I will make it to my shelter well before sunset. After zigzaging through some more forest and with the very last sun rays, I make it to my shelter, where it's back to my normal routine. Unpack, cook, eat and crawl into my sleeping bag as it gets uncomfortably cold quickly. Might not sound too attractive but I actually start enjoying this simple, lazy after hike lifestyle. Dolce far niente without feeling bad. 


Addendum from yesterday. Nice bot cold it was...
Addendum from yesterday. Nice bot cold it was...
My comfy bed
My comfy bed
Viborg!
Viborg!
Some nice Christmas decorations
Some nice Christmas decorations
Blue hour
Blue hour
Attractive trail
Attractive trail
Nice views
Nice views
Pleasure to walk on these grassy parts
Pleasure to walk on these grassy parts
Christmas tree harvesting in full swing
Christmas tree harvesting in full swing
Lots of forest today
Lots of forest today
Two brand new shelters along the way
Two brand new shelters along the way
Large wetland
Large wetland
My shelter
My shelter
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Day 106: Cold Starter

Lerkenfeld A Shelter to Viborg

Distance: 45km


It's a cold night. I don't sleep much. Not because I'm cold. My sleeping bag keeps me comfortably warm. It's the getting out of the sleeping bag that keeps me awake. I'm not feeling like getting out into the cold at all. I use my awake time to send a couchsurfing request for Viborg, where I should arrive this evening. A warm place and finally some social interaction sounds tempting. But I don't have much hope it will work out. It is 3 in the morning. 

I try to fall asleep again. Without too much success. So eventually I find enough motivation to start into the day. As mentioned a while ago, I have a strict routine to get on the trail as efficiently and fast as possible. I get dressed as much as possible while still in the sleeping bag. Down jacket and watch it is today. All the other clothes I am already wearing. Then, still in the sleeping bag, I deflate my mattress. Once all the air is out I crawl out of the sleeping bag, stow it, the mattress and another sheet I use to protect my mattress in the backpack. Also some other stuff like batteries (which I keep in the sleeping bag as they hate the cold as much as I do) go into the backpack. Sandals on, a quick pit stop at the toilet, switch on the GPS tracker and off I am. 20 minutes or so.


Usually, as soon as I start walking I warm up quickly. Not so today. Maybe it's because I am tired, maybe it's because it really is really cold, maybe it's because it's all flat and I don't need a lot of effort. I don't know. Shorty past six, I have been walking for roughly an hour, I meet three Monday morning runners. They inspire me to try some slow, easy jogging to get a bit warmer. And it helps a tiny little bit. Why didn't I think of it earlier...? 


Dawn is long so far up north and I can enjoy a spectacular burning sky for a while until the sun finally rises. Time for a break. I notice the water in my bottle is nearly completely frozen. So it is cold indeed. I'm happy I decided to put on three pairs of. Two on my feet, one over the gloves on my hands. Conveniently, there's a bakery right across the street. After being out in the cold for three hours, I think I deserve a little treat. The chocolate tart (I think that's what they call it) tastes excellent. 


I'm about to continue, when a local approaches me. He is amazed that I am walking in sandals and calls me as tough as a Viking and offers me to grab a to-go coffee at home. I gladly agree. 

Happy to hold something warm in my hand and having just had my first real conversation with a local, I continue. 


Even though the low sun is not too strong, it sure makes a difference and walking gets quite pleasant. It's also when my Couchsurfing request gets accepted. What a nice, unexpected surprise. Knowing I will stay in a dry place tonight makes me fly along the rail trail until I leave it shortly before approaching Viborg. It's been a pleasure to walk on it. I certainly will miss it. 


As my host won't be available until 18:00 I have some time to kill in Viborg. I install myself in the waiting room at the train station. Nice and warm in here and not too busy. I use the time to write the blog and plan the next couple of days. Hopefully with tonight's warm and dry place and some good conversation I can gain some well needed motivation. 

Lovely, long dawn
Lovely, long dawn
Oh yes 😊
Oh yes 😊
Frost but the sun makes Sandro happy
Frost but the sun makes Sandro happy
Yet... The water is still frozen
Yet... The water is still frozen
Golden alpine pine. Feels like home.
Golden alpine pine. Feels like home.
Another fjord. What a spectacular weather
Another fjord. What a spectacular weather
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Day 105: Food For Motivation

Aggersund Shelter to Lerkenfeldt Å Shelter

Distance: 38km


*Apparently Day 102 didn't show (correctly) on my blog. It should be there now and ready to be read*


Rain made for a noise night in my tiny little shelter - a shelter with a door, which helped tremendously to keep the warmth in and the wet out.


By the time I'm about to leave it's mostly dry. Dry but cold as the wind changed from west to north. I struggle to get my body warm for most of the morning, while I'm following a disused railway track. I'll call it rail-trail. Walking couldn't be easier. It's a continuous gravel track. Wonderful to follow as it passes tiny forests, villages and plenty of farmland.

Today, though, it is not the view which keeps me going but rather the anticipation of food. After 5 days without resupplying it's time to feed my backpack and stomach in Aarse, a rather large town with plenty of shops. Aldi, Lidl, Netto,... I opt for Coop though as I assume as they have the brands I'm used to from Norway. Walking into the store it turns out I am right. Not necessarily a good thing, though. With an empty stomach and and all these familiar foods, I of course over-buy. I have a hard time fitting everything into my pack. Bread and chips remain in my hands for on-the-go-snacking. Initially, my plan was to stay in a shelter in Aarse for the night. However, it does not look to inviting so I continue along the rail-trail for another 7 kilometers or 1.5 hours, which I mainly spend snacking and admiring a fabulous sunset over the flat, endless Danish farmland.

I arrive at my shelter at dusk. No time to waste as I need to repack all the food I bought. Takes me a wee while. By the time I finish, it's pitch black and cold. And temperatures will continue drop below 0°C. Glad I have my warmer sleeping bag with me this time. After cooking some broccoli I slip into my sleeping bag. Something I was looking forward to as well. Finally time to relax. I spend the following hour reading a few pages of the book "Alert" I started yesterday. It's well written and so far incredibly captivating.


Now it's blog writing time, followed by some   more food. Havre gryn, or porridge, is on the menu. Not that I am still hungry but I have to make space. So typical me... 

Rail Trail
Rail Trail
Blackberries! I wasn't expecting them so late in November.
Blackberries! I wasn't expecting them so late in November.
Autumn vibes
Autumn vibes
Straight and level for most of the day
Straight and level for most of the day
Catching some rays of the weak late November sun at Hornum Station
Catching some rays of the weak late November sun at Hornum Station
Sacking time
Sacking time
A typical view today
A typical view today
Geese formation following the sun
Geese formation following the sun
Train shelter
Train shelter
My shelter
My shelter
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Day 104: Dull Slow Down Day

Langdal Shelter to Aggersund Shelter

Distance: 25km


After yesterday's sunny day, a grey, dull day with on and off drizzle is awaiting me. Because of this not overly inviting weather as well as some well needed regeneration, I decide to keep my walk short today and tomorrow. Hence, there's no need for another early start and I leave my shelter during dawn. Opting for a short day usually keeps my motivation low. No difference today. So I don't mind it's a simple walk. Road and cycle paths all the way, easy navigation. Finally, for the first time, the wind is not affecting me any more. At least not until I cross the bridge over Limfjorden, where I get hammered by horizontal drizzle. It's only for a couple of minutes though and shortly after I check in at shelter number five. My watch says 13:13. Sound early but considering it will be dark in 3 hours it's nice to finally have some time to just relax, read and enjoy a hot cuppa tea with daylight. The last couple of days have mostly been hike - eat - sleep - repeat (and write the blog of course ;). Not that I mind but every now and then it's good to change this habit.


So what's my first impression of Denmark after leaving the beach? Considering winter is just around the corner and in combination with the dull weather everything sure looks depressing. However, I guess most countries do in this setting. Still, the landscape consisting of pine tree plantations, wetlands and plenty of farmland has the potential to look attractive. As the weather should improve again shortly, I am therefore looking forward to hiking through and enjoying the scenery in sunshine. 

For the people: well, anyone but me seems to be out and about in this weather. So far, I haven't had a single conversation (of more than 3 words) with a person from Denmark as there is simply no one to talk to. 

Doesn't bother me (yet ;). Sometimes I enjoy these quite times, too. Enough talking when I am back home again. 


Following a cycle path through some attractive landscape
Following a cycle path through some attractive landscape
That's the most extensive hand washing guide I have ever seen...  And I filled my water bottle at the tab - and I am still alive ;)
That's the most extensive hand washing guide I have ever seen... And I filled my water bottle at the tab - and I am still alive ;)
Aggersund Bridge. If I was a cyclist, I would be confused by the marking.
Aggersund Bridge. If I was a cyclist, I would be confused by the marking.
My shelter. Overlooking the Fjord.
My shelter. Overlooking the Fjord.
... yet located right beside a little village.
... yet located right beside a little village.
Book and tea. Quality time.
Book and tea. Quality time.
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Day 103: Bye Bye Beach

Kajholm Shelter to Langdal Shelter

Distance: 45km


A stormy night, poor sleep. So it doesn't really annoy when the alarm goes off at 04:00. I'm already wide awake anyway.


The moon is shining brightly, making wayfinding through the forest and back to the road a piece of cake. I follow the road for a couple of kilometers back to the beach for another night of beach hiking. Or that was the plan at least.

The closer I get to the beach, the stronger the wind. Once I get to the beach access ramp, I notice the sea coming all the way up to the dunes/cliff. Even though the tide is going out, following the beach would be a bit of a suicidal mission. So I go for the safe option and follow the road, for 15 kilometers running more or less parallel, a couple of kilometers inland.


By the time I get to the beach, the sun has risen. With the tide completely out, walking on the hard, wide beach is easy - if it wasn't for the strong 40 to 50 knots wind (80 to 90 km/h), which is slowly changing from a cross into a head wind. Still, I am feeling much more energetic than yesterday. Slowly, I think, I am getting back into the Thru-hiking routine. 

The last 5 kilometers where a real struggle though. The breeze stiffer than ever and the sand getting soft, I have to force myself to keep going, as I am unable to exit the beach due to a stupid military firing range. Exhausted (but also somehow happy) I am finally turning my back to the sea, heading inland. 100 kilometers of beach walking. Remote, wild, beautiful and challenging. A bit like 90 Miles Beach on Te Araroa. I'll definitively remember the last 3 days for a while. 


Heading inland means I finally can enjoy a bit of tailwind. Amazing what an impact the wind direction has. Still, despite the wind pushing me towards my shelter, I start feeling tired. Therefore, I am relieved to spot my shelter in a pine forest plantation. Simple but a dry roof over my head. I can't ask for more. 

Following the moon
Following the moon
Christmas is around the corner
Christmas is around the corner
Gloves and water instead a tequila. At least I have salted peanuts with me.
Gloves and water instead a tequila. At least I have salted peanuts with me.
A look back towards Blokhaus.
A look back towards Blokhaus.
Wild west coast
Wild west coast
Denmark 2021 / Day 103
Denmark 2021 / Day 103
Last couple of meters on the beach
Last couple of meters on the beach
A last look back. No tourist busses but rather soldier shuttles to the firing range.
A last look back. No tourist busses but rather soldier shuttles to the firing range.
Change of scenery
Change of scenery
My tonight's shelter
My tonight's shelter
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Day 102: Lots Of Sand

Østerklit Shelter to Kajholm Shelter

Distance: 45km


I went to bed early last night so by 4:30 this morning I am already wide awake. Not a bad thing as I have a long day ahead of me. Packing goes much better than yesterday so by 05:00 I hit the beach. For the first time on a through hike, I hike along a beach during night time. It feels special, a bit eerie even at first with the dunes on my left, the sea on my right. I can't really make out neither of them in the dark. Two river crossings add a bit of spice. One seems to tricky to ford at night and I decide to head inland, where there luckily is a bridge not too far away.

Eventually, dawn arrives. Shortly after I pass through the depressingly looking town of Hirtshals - not without getting lost...


Then it's back to the beach. Rain starts, getting heavier towards noon. In combination with the constant wind a pain. My mood reaches today's low. Was it really a wise decision to continue E1 in November?

Anyway, let's not think too much about it. It only makes it worse. Eventually I have to leave the beach as the government is desperately trying to stop erosion and save houses by putting massive rocks on the beach. They look terrible but I hope it helps at least.


After passing Lonstrup, the dunes are getting higher - huge! They remind me of the Giant Sand Dunes in New Zealand. It's a beautiful walk. The rain stopped, leaving only the wind. Which nearly blows me away on the dunes. Doesn't matter, if I fall, I land softly. I thoroughly enjoy my time in the dunes. Definitely a mood booster! 

From the dunes it's only a short walk to my overnight place - a shelter in a pine forest.


A long day - especially since it was mostly beach walking, which I find hard on my body. Time to relax and recover for tomorrow. 


Good morning, seal 👋
Good morning, seal 👋
Bunker with Hirtshals Fyr in the background
Bunker with Hirtshals Fyr in the background
A look inside
A look inside
On the right track
On the right track
Ice cream season is over
Ice cream season is over
Approaching the giant sand dunes
Approaching the giant sand dunes
Such a spectacular view
Such a spectacular view
Leaning into the wind
Leaning into the wind
Finally made it
Finally made it
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Day 101: Hello Denmark!

Grenen to Østerklit Shelter

Distance: 30km (plus 10km to the trailhead)


8 hours sleep without waking up one single time. I must have been extremely tired yesterday. 

Well rested I get ready for my day. It's taking me a bit longer than usual. Out of practice. 

Eventually, I set off into the night, initially back the same way I arrived from yesterday. Then through the sleepy town of Skagen and onwards to Grenen, which more or less marks Denmarks's northernmost point. By the time I get there, the sky has gotten brighter. It's so windy and rainy, I keep the compulsory photo session as short as possible. 

Once done, I hit the beach. Deserted, as expected. Plenty of birds and some seals. 

I follow the coast for the rest of the day. A typical beach walk. Sometimes sandy, sometimes pebbly (not that often luckily), sometimes wide, sometimes narrow. Only the wind remains. Not with rain anymore but with sun. A welcome change. 


With around 8 hours of daylight, there's not much room. So I keep on walking more or less without a break. 


As I get closer to my shelter, I want to make a short detour via a small village/campground to fill up my water bottles. However, with toilets locked and all the water tabs in the campground turned off for winter, I continue - knowing that it will be a dry camp, no cooking, tonight. 


The camp or shelter, which I reach with sunset (at 16:00) are beautifully located at the edge of a pine forest, overlooking a wide field, an ancient mill and the sea behind. Out of curiosity I check out the mill. Light is burning inside so I try to open door. Unlocked. I venture into the mill. I don't care too much about the milling stuff but rather am delighted to find a toilet and running water. No dry camp tonight at last. 

Still, I need to be more careful with the water. At least as long as I follow the beach, which I will do for another two days. 

But for now, I'm looking forward to my warm porridge, steaming nicely right next to me. 


Here we go again
Here we go again
First of many bunkers
First of many bunkers
That would be a great treat
That would be a great treat
Pebbles. Tough going.
Pebbles. Tough going.
Back to sand
Back to sand
Another bunker
Another bunker
Some sun!
Some sun!
Following the sun
Following the sun
Not much room to navigate
Not much room to navigate
Finally at the shelter
Finally at the shelter
Lovely mill with water and toilet
Lovely mill with water and toilet
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Northbound Into The Darkness

22 hours, 6 different trains. It's been an exhausting journey. Hence I will keep it short and sweet today.

Yes, it was long trip but luckily all trains were never really busy, especially as I got further north. 

Speaking of the north: Skagen is on approximately the same latitude as Göteborg, which lies a couple of kilometers to my east. I never really realized how far north I'd resume my hike until today. It took me 7 hours from the German border up to the top of Denmark and the intercity trains weren't exactly slow.

Quite a distance to walk back. I roughly measured 500 to 600 kilometers while killing time in the train. It will take me a wee while.


But let me worry about it tomorrow. Today, I am happy to have found my shelter in the middle of a pitch black forest. 

Being so far north, the days are short. It gets bright at 8am, dark at 4pm. So once I finally step out of the last train at 5pm, I step right into darkness. 

While my mood and motivation in the train  were, like last summer in Norway, low, they immediately get a boost once I spot the shelter (GPS saved my day ;) as it brings back many good summer memories.


It's only 7:15pm but I am already fully ready to sleep. The journey surely has taken its toll. No more trains tomorrow. I sure won't miss them but might dream of them tonight.  


Boarding a Copenhagen bound train in Hamburg
Boarding a Copenhagen bound train in Hamburg
Making myself comfortable in the Skagen Kiltplantage Hulsigstien Shelter
Making myself comfortable in the Skagen Kiltplantage Hulsigstien Shelter
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A Change Of Plans

When I finished section two of my E1 adventure in Smygehuk last September, I was certain that I wouldn't be back in Scandinavia until next summer to resume my hike.

Well, at that point I didn't know that my boss would come around the corner a couple of weeks later, and force me to get rid of my remaining overtime (which I was hoping to use for next year). 


As any discussion is pointless I start tweaking our shift plan to get some days off. Luckily there's a lot of slack in it, allowing me to take a couple of days off in a row. 

This poses the question: what should I do with my unexpected free time? 

I fire up Google, searching for things or rather trails to do. I stumble across El Camino de Costa Rica, GR131 on the Canary Island, the Fishermen Trail in Portugal. While they certainly sound interesting, none of them completely convince me. And it's a bit like shopping for a new jacket: if you look at it in the store and are not convinced it's perfect, don't pull the trigger. You will hardly ever wear it. Or in my case I probably wouldn't enjoy the trip or hike as much as I'd hope. 


So I keep on looking for other options until I come up with the idea to continue E1 in Denmark. Scandinavia in November? I quickly reject the thought. Too cold, too wet. But when my dad Fredy comes up with the same idea, I give it a second thought. 

Yes, it's probably cold, yes, it's probably gonna rain more often than not. But then again, Denmark has a dense network of vindskydds (or shelterplads as they call them), which would offer me a dry place to sleep most of the time. And it's flat, easy walking. While bad weather might not be super pleasant to walk in, it shouldn't delay me too much. 

And most important thing: continuing E1 would be something meaningful, purposefull. Something the other options were lacking. The idea to head to Denmark is growing on me quickly and starts making perfect sense. 


Without dwelling on the subject for much longer, I buy a surprisingly affordable train ticket. All the way to Skagen, Denmark's northernmost town. 

As the departure day is less than a week away, I can't afford to waste too much time and start planning and organizing more or less straight away. 


As I am not following E1 straight from the start I need to plot a route. Luckily, I soon discover there are existing trails already and all I have to do is somehow connect them. 

The route I come up with initially takes me along the North Sea Trail and the west coast before I join the Hærvejen or Ox Road, which leads away from the coast and will reunite me with E1 somewhere halfway between Skagen and the German border. 

Resupply is straight forward as should be wayfinding and navigation in general.


Fast forward... Writing these lines I'm sitting in a intercity overnight train, somewhere between Zürich and Hamburg. A 12 hour ride. Plenty of time to finish up my preparation. However, there's really not much to plan or do anymore once I have finished this blog entry. I'll try to get some sleep even though I'm not overly optimistic that will work. Luckily I have a book lying next to me, ready to be read. 

In Hamburg, I will have an hour to stretch my legs before I hop into another train for another 10 hours. ETA in Skagen: 1700 tomorrow evening. 

It's a lot of sitting indeed. But all that sitting around will certainly guarantee a highly motivated me to hit the trail on Wednesday. 


Even though there are plenty of options to resupply, I'll carry some food with me
Even though there are plenty of options to resupply, I'll carry some food with me
Typical night train vibes at one o'clock in the morning
Typical night train vibes at one o'clock in the morning
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The Days After

55 days, a bit more than 2000 kilometers. All in sandals once more. That is section two of my E1 adventure in a nutshell. Distance wise more, time wise less than I was expecting. 


How come? Well, while the first three weeks are basically a continuation from last year, with plenty of pathless sections in rather mountainous terrain. At times navigation is challenging, especially during adverse weather conditions. Progress is good but 40 to 50 kilometer days are not really possible. The terrain soon gets flatter, completely different. The skiing town of Sälen, in fact, marks that very clear border, where I dive from mountains into the forest. Gone are the sweeping views, the river crossings, the exposure to the elements. The change is sudden. It takes me a while to get I used to the different environment. 


More road walk follows, my pace as a result getting higher, I don't need to take anymore rest days. Walking in the forest becomes like a blur. I can't recall each single day. They all are simply too similar. The vindskydds, a wonderful discovery, are becoming the highlight and motivation of my days. Usually located near a lake, I spend many night in them. Sheltered from the elements. I love them, have them mostly for myself. 


Without really noticing it, I am approaching Halmstad with big steps. It's only after Göteborg, still hiking in the forest, when I realize that I am actually really close to the finishing line. I don't feel like finishing though. It just doesn't feel right. If I finish now, all I remember is forest. And the location of Halmstad is bugging me a bit too. Somewhere along the coast. Nothing special about it.


But what can I do? Continuing south? I've got the time, I've got the energy. However, I just have to leave the forest, the ticks as soon as possible. So heading down south in the middle of Sweden is not sounding appealing at all as it's mostly through forest. It's only when I meet Julia, who draws my attention to Skåneleden, a coastal trail starting just south of Halmstad and following the coast for roughly 300 kilometers all the way to the south.


The discovery of the trail makes the decision to continue easy. It would add an additional element to my hike: the coast, something that I, as a landlocked Swiss, love. And it does not disappoint: Open views, plenty of beaches and seaside towns in warm late summer weather on nice trails are accompanying on my last week along the coast. It were these things I was missing and so, as getting closer to Smygehuk, I start feeling ready to finish this summer's hike at Sweden's southernmost point, where I arrive at exactly 100 trail days after starting in Nordkapp in 2020. 

Having crossed the Scandinavian peninsula all the way from top to bottom feels great, better or how should I say, a bit more epic than crossing it from Nordkapp to Halmstad as I initially planned. 


Yes, there was a lot of forest. Yes, there was a lot of road. While plenty of stretches might not have been as spectacular (or, let's be honest, as boring) as part one up there in the far north, it has still been a wonderful journey. Mostly great, warm weather, plenty of lakes to swim in, the fishing villages and beaches. And the vindskydds too, my personal highlights. And of course the locals, which were always friendly and helpful and sometimes went out of their way to assist me. It's the people that give my hike that special extra. In Norway as well as Sweden. 


Speaking of these countries: which one do I prefer (I'm don't put Finland into this evaluation as I only spent 3 days hiking there)? 


It's clearly Norway. It set the expectations for Sweden so high, leaving Sweden with basically no chance. On the one hand it's the open, more breathtaking landscape. The midnight sun. The clear, blue lakes, whos water you can drink with no need to worry. Towns and road are few and far between, which lead to that wonderful feeling of remoteness - solitude (out of 3500km I walked 3490 by myself as there wasn't anyone to hike with). A feeling that I somehow lost in the Swedish forests. I had to be careful that it didn't turn into loneliness. There were more people but at times I found it hard to connect with them. Something I never encountered in Norway, where I consider the people as more open. Many times I was told that people in the north are open, friendlier. And I can definitely agree. 


So what now? Good question! It's been roughly a week since I arrived in Smygehuk. I teamed up with Julia and continued on Skåneleden for 80 kilometers. It felt good to walk with some company. Now I'm on my way north again. The Koster Islands to be precise. I spotted it on the map during one of these long, bright nights up north and I thought I have to visit them. It's the only thing I planned on doing after my hike. Everything else, I will simply let it happen. I will see where my travels take me until I have to return to Switzerland in early October. 


Last but not least some stats for the first 100 days to be taken with a grain of salt:


Days: 100

Kilometers: 3500+ (I did not always count them exactly)
Average: 35km/day
Zero days: 5 (section 1: 4, section 2: 1)
Longest day: 65km
Shortest day: 8km
Hiking trail: 75%
Road (gravel, tar-sealed, forestry,...): 25%

Most challenging things: remoteness of the trail, ticks and mosquitoes

Rainy days: 10
Sunny days: 50
Cloudy days: 40

Nights in tent: 50
Nights in hut: 10
Nights in vindskydd: 30
Nights in hostel/airbnb: 8
Other nights (bivy, tower): 2

Mosquitoes killed: 3578
Ticks removed: 73

Bears seen: 0
Reindeer seen: 1255
Trees seen: 788'546'644

Hardest days: Day 24 (a wet one) Day 60 (a rocky one) 
Favorite days: Day 1 and 2 (walking in the midnight sun), Day 27 (Padjelanta), Day 95 (the beach)                             
Julia leading the way on Skåneleden
Julia leading the way on Skåneleden
65kg. The same. Always. Every day.
65kg. The same. Always. Every day.
Nötholmen Vindskydd
Nötholmen Vindskydd
Koster the way to Koster!
Koster the way to Koster!
Nord Koster
Nord Koster
One for Fredy
One for Fredy
Jelly fish to complete this seasons blog. Ha det bra!
Jelly fish to complete this seasons blog. Ha det bra!
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Day 100: A Good Number To Finish With

Torup to Smygehuk

Distance: 40km

Two hikers who, with their headlamps, flooded the vindskydd with light just before midnight as well as a cat that gave me a scare when it jumped into the vindskydd made for a not very relaxing night.

The day starts with a bit of lovely beech forest, followed by open farmland and the beach again. It's windy. Mostly sunny with a short downpour, which is leaving me completely soaked. I get it all today.

It's during my last 7 kilometers along the Baltic Sea, when I start feeling emotional. I take a trip down the memory lane, thinking of my first steps at the Nordkapp, with the midnight sun in my back. At that time I had no idea what would expect me on my journey. Now, 100 trail days later I think I can nearly consider myself as a Scandinavian hiking expert. At this point, I don't want to go too far into all the experiences I was lucky enough to gain. It's too late, I'm too tired. But I will write a little summary within the next few days.

Smygehuk. Until very recently I never heard of the place. Now I am here. There's no possibility to go further. Unless I was a fish. I arrive at around 16:00 with all the shops about to close. A déjà vu of my finish last year in Skorovas, where I arrived a tad late as well. At least this time it's sunny and if it wasn't for the wind pleasantly mild. I savor the moment, take some photos, explore the place, which is not as busy as expected. I'm not too emotional anymore. While exploring I also check for suitable camping spots. Plenty of good ones but I don't think it's exactly legal to camp. So I wait for the night to come, spend my time planning, trying to fill the emptiness, which instantly opened up once I arrived. It's always the same. Being on the trail, I have had a goal at all times. Now it's different. What am I going to do tomorrow? Day after tomorrow? So many questions. So difficult to find answers. I haven't really finished but am already missing the simplicity of the trail life. But of course, I am also looking to exploring Sweden in a different way than by thru hiking it. 

Last trail ice cream!
Last trail ice cream!
Open farmland
Open farmland
The Baltic Sea
The Baltic Sea
Destination Smygehuk
Destination Smygehuk
Getting closer
Getting closer
That seems about right
That seems about right
Southernmost point of Sweden
Southernmost point of Sweden
Camping right there
Camping right there
It was a pleasure, Sweden!
It was a pleasure, Sweden!
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Day 99: Bye Bye Motivation

Saxtopsdammen to Torup

Distance: 45km

A question has been occupying my mind for a while now: on a cycle track, do you walk right, with the traffic, or left, against the traffic? On a road with cars is clear that you walk on the opposite side and I think it's worldwide the same.

On cycle tracks however, I am never so sure. I try to observe the locals but they don't seem to have a clear rule either. Which is the same as in Switzerland. So I walk sometimes left, sometimes right but never entirely sure if I so it the right way.
Today as well. With a particularly high percentage of cycle tracks.

The morning is warm but grey. High humidity and poor visibility. My skin feels sticky soon after leaving the vindskydd. A bit of rain later fills the air with even more moisture.

The hike is completely unspectacular. With the exception of the Lomma, which, with its busy harbor, is quite interesting.
It's also where I leave the west coast for good. At least on this hike. 
I'm heading inland. A lot of industry until I finally reach open farmland and soon afterwards Torup, a super busy recreational area. 
The vindskydd is free though so I make myself comfortable.

Today, I was suffering. Especially in the afternoon. As always on my second to last day on a long hike. It's purely a mental thing. Probably, my brain is already seeing me in Smygehuk. It's so close. 
Close yes, but I am not there yet. Tomorrow I will be there. Hopefully. Another 40 kilometers. Should be manageable. And the last day usually goes much more smoothly again. Then the sign post (or whatever is expecting me in Smygehuk), which I will touch later that day is motivation enough to keep me going. 


About to leave the Kattegat Sea
About to leave the Kattegat Sea
A last look back
A last look back
Lomma Harbour
Lomma Harbour
Cycle trail to Torup
Cycle trail to Torup
Torup vindskydd
Torup vindskydd
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Day 98: I'm Ready

Rydebäck to Saxtopsdammen

Distance: 30km

I get waken up by a service vehicle cleaning the beach from washed up algae and other dirt. After the two long days, I take it easy today and stay in my sleeping bag until sunrise. Another beautifully warm, sunny day lies ahead of me. It's so warm, I can change straight into shorts and shirt without feeling cold. A small luxury. The first half of today is along the cost. Exquisite hiking once more. At around nine I take a stroll out a pier for a morning swim in the 18.7 degrees warm, clear water. I feel like being somewhere in the Caribbean. At one of the harbours, I refill my water bottle at a tap. A couple of minutes after drinking the water, my knees start feeling wobbly and my head dizzy. Must have been the water. Luckily, the unpleasant feeling goes back to normal as I am  approaching Landskrona. 

After Landskrona, the hike is quickly getting dull. No more coastal walk. I feel sorry for the people in the small villages I pass. Very close to the sea, yet they are separated from it by a noisy motorway with no direct access to the coast at all. And they got the aircraft noise from Copenhagen Airport... 
So I am not expecting to much of today's shelter as I am getting close. But... I'm positively surprised. Great location by a artificial, clear lake. I chat with a local, who tells me that the area once was used to get sand for cement, which then was used to build the bridge between Sweden and Denmark. Now it's all back to nature with only the hole remaining, which is now filled with water. Perfect for a swim after a hot day on the trail. 

The last 10 or so kilometers have been hard. Nearly 30 degrees, initially along a busy road followed by forest, my legs not in their best shape. Also my back seems to feel stiffer with every step. It's also then, when I realize I am ready. Ready to finish section two. And the timing is perfect. Two more days, if everything goes according to plan. Then I will arrive at Smygehuk. I have no idea what will be expecting me there. Tons of tourists like at Nordkapp or Cape Reinga? Or just a small note saying it's Sweden's southernmost point? I don't really care. 
All I do now is looking forward to be there. 


Alabodarna
Alabodarna
Pier with an Aida cruise ship in the background. Haven't seen these ships for a while now.
Pier with an Aida cruise ship in the background. Haven't seen these ships for a while now.
Inviting...
Inviting...
... for a swim
... for a swim
Landskrona
Landskrona
Saxtopsdammen
Saxtopsdammen
Fire going. A must when there's wood.
Fire going. A must when there's wood.
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Day 97: Well Fed

Josefinelust to Rydebäck

Distance: 50km

I don't sleep particularly well. The ground is not completely flat and I keep shifting.

At around four I have enough and decide to get up. Another mild morning makes it rather easy. With my headlamp on full power, I make my way down to the beach and up again to the trail, which is taking me to the Kullen Headlight, where I arrive at dawn. It's only me and I enjoy the solitude. Just me and the rotation beacon. I'm wondering whether the ships out there in the mist are actually using the light as reference. I guess not. Newer technologies will have taken over by now. 

Mölle is my next stop. A lovely fishing town. The locals are wandering through the streets with their bathing robe on. Going for a swim seems to be a popular thing to do.
It's all flat from now on. In Viken, I get invited for tea and pastries followed sandwiches by a local cleaning his mailbox. Of course I accept. I think it's a win-win situation. I like being fed like a hungry lion and the people feeding me are hopefully happy about my healthy appetite. 
He has a wonderful garden and offers me some fige. I had no clue they would grow here. As he has been living in this town for over 50 years, he has numerous extremely interesting stories to tell. So for example that the ex CEO/inventor of IKEA, 3M and TetraPack are living in this village. Or where I can see seals (which I would later on spot indeed). 

With plenty of figs, I am on my way again. Denmark is only around 3 kilometers to my right. Trees and buildings clearly visible. In less than a year, I will hike that coast. I'm wondering how will I feel then, looking over to Sweden. 
I take a direct route through Helsingborg, a rather big city. I simply am not a city boy and feel more and more uncomfortable in them. So I am rather happy once I reach the outskirts of the city. Raa to be precise. Another picturesque fishing village.
From there it's another 4 long kilometers to my vindskydd as I start feeling my legs. They are tired after 4 long days. 

The amazing vindskydd is well worth the effort though. Located right by the beach yet very private, hidden by some bushes. 
A local family barbecuing invites me for some sausages. I can't resist. 

Sunset is a spectacle. The first proper sunset since I joined the coast. 
Well fed and happy I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep. 
Climbing down from my overnight spot
Climbing down from my overnight spot
A look back to the Kullen Light
A look back to the Kullen Light
Tea Time
Tea Time
Wind mill at Viken
Wind mill at Viken
Helsingborg
Helsingborg
Raa harbor
Raa harbor
Sunset at Rydebäck vindskydd
Sunset at Rydebäck vindskydd
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Day 96: I Wish I Was A Fish

Torekov to Josefinelust 

Distance: 65km

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. 

Torekov
Torekov
Plenty of apple trees along the way. Overall, I have probably eaten a kilo.
Plenty of apple trees along the way. Overall, I have probably eaten a kilo.
It's mostly flat today
It's mostly flat today
Walking between houses and the sea
Walking between houses and the sea
Overall a very enjoyable walk
Overall a very enjoyable walk
One of many harbors
One of many harbors
It's getting misty towards the evening
It's getting misty towards the evening
Mystical view from Halkull
Mystical view from Halkull
Time to call it a day
Time to call it a day
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Day 95: Life's A Beach

Trönninge Beach to Torekov

Distance: 50km

33 nights ago... That was the last time I have pitched my tent. It's so long ago, I had to look it up.
To be honest, I didn't really miss it. Especially, once I realize my rain fly is soaking wet. Sand everywhere and high humidity. The little pleasures of camping on or near a beach.

I start early. Initially along a cycling trail before hitting the beach. Now, finally, the happiness, which I was missing yesterday, is here. I enjoy every step along a wild, lonely beach. Unfortunately though, I have to head inland after a couple of kilometers. There's a estuary, which I deem as too dangerous to cross. I'm not even trying.
Soon, I'm back at the beach. With the sun now shining over the dunes, I go for a quick swim in the clear, calm water. Warmer than I thought!

As much as I enjoy beach walking - I find it tiring, even on rather hard pressed sand. Maybe it's the barefoot walking, maybe the sand, even though pretty hard, still moves under my feet. The closer I get to Bastad, the uglier the beach as it's also open for driving. Yet, it's still a beach. I shouldn't complain.

After Bastad, it's road and hiking trail. Hillier, the closer I get to Hovs Hallar, some nice rock formation. Initially, my plan was to camp here in the vindskydd. It's nothing special though and I feel like walking a bit further than the 45 kilometers. 
The last 5 or so kilometers are across pasture. Reminds me of the Isle of Man I hiked a couple of years ago. 

Before 18:00 I arrive at my hidden vindskydd. In a forest, roughly 50 meters from the beach. Probably to keep it out of sight from the many tourists. 
After dinner, it's now time to enjoy the sunset. One of my favorite events while hiking the coast.
Sunrise while on my way to the beach
Sunrise while on my way to the beach
Bridge to the beach
Bridge to the beach
Finally!
Finally!
Happy me
Happy me
Seems to be a good climate for apples
Seems to be a good climate for apples
Some more coastal impressions
Some more coastal impressions
Some rocky pastures
Some rocky pastures
Torekov as seen from near my vindskydd
Torekov as seen from near my vindskydd
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Day 94: The Sea Is Calling

Vessigebro to Trönninge Beach

Distance: 55km

Despite being in the middle of the town, surrounded by lights, which for no obvious reason would stay on the whole night, I sleep rather well.
It's a chilly morning though and I decide to get changed in the nicely heated toilet/shower. With first light I leave Vessigebro. Initially along Hallandsleden along a farm track, before leaving it direction Halmstad. Road walk all the way through. The first 20 kilometers are on surprisingly scenic back roads with not too much traffic. I walk it non stop. Only before reaching the highway E6 (the same E6, where I started my E1 on at Nordkapp) I have a quick break. Luckily, the shoulder to walk on is very generous, making it an okay walk. Thinking of the sea my motivation this afternoon. Eventually, I leave the highway again and follow back roads into Halmstad. A busy city. Larger than I was expecting it to be. Until very recently my planned end of E1 in Sweden. 

Plans changed though. Luckily. Halmstad wouldn't have been a worthy ending. Located halfway between Göteborg and Malmö. Nothing too exciting about its location. And I don't feel like finishing either. It feels like something is odd, missing. After mountains and the forest I'm craving for the coast. And it's right here, here in Halmstad. With time and weather on my side, I see nothing against continuing. Especially, since there is a coastal trail called Skåneleden, starting just 30 kilometers south of Halmstad and going all the way down to Malmö. 

So I dart right through the town. Takes me two long hours until I reach the other end. From there though it's not far to the sea anymore. With more than 50 kilometers in my legs and a close call with a cyclist (I completely blame it on me) I pitch my tent at the basically first contact with the see. Seems to be a popular spot with the locals, despite the motorway being clearly audible in the background. Yet, it's a lovely place with a great view up and down the coast. 
Me a happy camper? Honestly? Not as much as I thought I would be. 
I guess I still need a couple of hours to realize that I have finally made it to the sea. Something I was daydreaming about for a long time. Probably I am just too exhausted from my day. 

Tomorrow, I am quite sure, I will wake up with a big grin on my face, full of fresh energy and motivation to explore Sweden's west coast. 

Nice morning views
Nice morning views
Quiet back roads
Quiet back roads
Plenty of wild apple trees along the way
Plenty of wild apple trees along the way
Wide shoulder to walk on
Wide shoulder to walk on
Halmstad downtown
Halmstad downtown
The library
The library
Trönninge Beach
Trönninge Beach
The sea!
The sea!
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Day 93: So Long, Forest!

Gällarpesjön to Vessigebro

Distance: 45km

No one showed up yesterday. I don't mind as I can pack my stuff without worrying I might be waking up anyone else. It feels good to be on the trail well before sunrise. The peacefulness, the intense smell of the forest. A lot of beech forest today - welcome change to the birch and pine forest. Yet, also this late change won't make me miss the forest. Don't get me wrong, I like forest. A lot. Just as much as the mountains. After nearly a month between the trees however (I counted 643'754'490 of them), I feel like a change again. The ticks, the mud further north and the freshly chopped forests did not exactly help to improve my experience. Nevertheless, the trees gave me shelter from wind and rain, kept me cool in the afternoon sun and they allowed blue- and blackberry bushes to thrive below them. To be fair: I'm certainly gonna miss those healthy sweet treats. 

While the "official" E1 would continue one more day on forestry roads, initially heading east before circling back to Halmstad, I head straight down to Halmstad. Saves me one day. A day I rather spend somewhere along the beach on Skåneleden. 

But at this very moment, I am still on E1. Vessigebro to be precise. A lively, small farm town. Here I have found a supermarket and stumbled across a park/playground/football field. There's a shelter with toilet, shower and electricity nearby. Especially since my batteries are getting empty, the power outlets are highly appreciated. And the shower is a nice extra too. I'm actually really happy to have found this place. Thank you Vessigebro for this nice place! 

Fantastic early morning mood
Fantastic early morning mood
A change in forest
A change in forest
A little detour for a better view
A little detour for a better view
Soon a sight from the past
Soon a sight from the past
Wind- and hydropower
Wind- and hydropower
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
My little "office"
My little "office"
With a shower
With a shower
I very much like this place! Vindskydd at the back
I very much like this place! Vindskydd at the back
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Day 92: A Hymn To The Vindskydd

Stora Hornsjön to Gällarpesjön

Distance: 30km

A warmer night for a better sleep. In fact I sleep until I am waken up by the first rays of sun finding their way into the vindskydd at around 06:30.

It has gotten late again yesterday. Mathias from Träslövsläge, joined me later that evening in the vindskydd. I got offered a beer and together we spent the evening talking in front of the fire.

I'm about to leave, when Mathias hands me a cuppa coffee. Of course I gladly accept. It is a short day and I'm not especially keen on hitting the overgrown trail anyway. While the first few kilometers are okay, the trail soon gets a bit less enjoyable. There's not much to write, really. Lots of forest. All I am looking for is dinner at my vindskydd. 

Vindskydd. A word which I have never heard until I actually arrived in Sweden. In Sälen, to be precise, when I was planning my next sections, I first read about them. But even then, I had only a vague idea of what they are, what I have to expect. Something sheltering me from the wind. 
Now, nearly a month later, they have become an essential part and highlight of my thru-hike. In fact I think they will turn out to be one of the most memorable things in Sweden. They gave me shelter from wind and rain. They all looked similar, most of them were beautifully located by a lake. That's why I can't recall every single one of them. But all together of them formed a very clear picture of a typical vindskydd. And it's a lovely picture. 
However, it's not only the location, it's also the people that made them a good choice to stay. I met other thru hikers, cyclists, fishermen, two day one night trippers, fathers who needed a weekend away from their wife and kids. With all of them I had interesting conversations, learning new things. I enjoyed the talks in front of the fire. Talks, which were getting deeper, more sentimental as the stars came out and the fire getting weaker. That was not a hymn, was it? I couldn't find a better title. Sorry. However, I think it was high time to appreciate them. 

And tonight? Gällarpesjön? Another nice one. Not the most scenic I have been to but I will definitely have a lovely evening in front of the fire. So far no one else showed up. There's a family camping nearby. But being a sunny, mild Saturday evening, I wouldn't be surprised if more people are showing up. I'll let you know tomorrow. 
Hornsjön vindskydd dipped in lovely morning light
Hornsjön vindskydd dipped in lovely morning light
So is the beach
So is the beach
Some ancient mills again. Other than that a rather dull walk.
Some ancient mills again. Other than that a rather dull walk.
Brand new road through farmland.
Brand new road through farmland.
Gällarpesjön Vindskydd
Gällarpesjön Vindskydd
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Day 91: Dreaming Of The Beach

Hjälm to Stora Hornsjön

Distance: 30km

What a beautiful start into the hiking day, as the low sun is flooding the lake and farmland with golden light. The tranquility ends, once I pass a rather big school. An armada of mothers in their Volvo SUVs is dropping of kids in front of the school. It looks like madness. I guess in Sweden the way to school can be long.

Leaving the busy street behind, I follow some kind of ridge, offering spectacular views towards the sea. It's close, very close. Only around 3 kilometers to my right. I can't wait to finally dip my feet into the salty water.
Soon enough, reality is catching up on me. I follow an overgrown trail for several kilometers, knowing that I collect ticks with every step. The last few days have been completely okay. One or two of them each day. That is fairly acceptable. Today it's a whole lot more. To prevent them for climbing to far up my leg, I stop every couple of minutes, doing a strip tease in front of some trees or amused cows. Bending and twisting my back to check if there are any ticks on my back. I try to see the bright side of it. It's good stretching. Yet, I try to keep my hiking spirit up by day dreaming of the beach. Walking with bare feet, sand between my toes, the ticks far, far away. Soon, I say to myself. Soon. 

Currently, I am living or hiking for the vindskydds. Often, they are the highlight of my day. Not different today. Sweet location by a sandy beach, several fire place and basically no other soul around.
As it was just 30 kilometers today, I arrived early and now have plenty of time to savor the rest of the day: Reading my new book at the beach, going for a quick swim and cooking dinner over the fire.
I enjoy every minute as long as I still can. Tomorrow will be the last time staying in a vindskydd by a lake. Day after tomorrow's night will probably be spent somewhere in the forest and then... No idea if they have the shelters at the coast. I certainly hope so but you never know. 

One last look at the lake
One last look at the lake
Open fields in the early morning sun
Open fields in the early morning sun
Interesting water pump as you need to turn that knob around to pump up the water
Interesting water pump as you need to turn that knob around to pump up the water
Following the ridge
Following the ridge
Wind turbine blending in nicely
Wind turbine blending in nicely
This fellow too...
This fellow too...
Whatever that means
Whatever that means
Overgrown trail ahead
Overgrown trail ahead
Good...
Good...
Life is good...
Life is good...
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Day 90: New Possibilities

Norra Langvattnet to Hjälm 

Distance: 30km


After lots of talking until late last night, I take it slowly this morning. Julia is ready at roughly the same time and as we're headed in the same direction we join up for the morning.
The nice company and the generally refreshingly diverse Bohusleden, which we are following make the time fly. Julia is making a short day and after 3 hours it's time to say goodbye. Even though the hike together was short, I enjoyed it and gave me some well needed motivation.
Bohusleden eventually turns into Hallandsleden. Less traveled, not as well defined as Bohusleden at times but still clearly marked. This time in blue and orange. Forest gives way to farmland as I am approaching Hjälm vindskydd. 
Plenty of firewood. It's going to be a good evening in front of the fire. 
An evening with a lot of planning. To Halmstad and further. Julia told me about Skåneleden, which is following down the coast to Malmö. Since I love coastal walks, it caught my attention and I obviously had to google it. Immediately, it makes sense to continue or extend my hike southbound.
Roughly an additional 250 kilometers. With a promising weather forecast, I most probably will give it a shot. 

Lovely castle
Lovely castle
I roughly walked twice as much. I think I did something wrong.
I roughly walked twice as much. I think I did something wrong.
Huge insect hotel
Huge insect hotel
Spectacular lake. Great place for a quick break.
Spectacular lake. Great place for a quick break.
Change in landscape
Change in landscape
Hjälm vindskydd with its fancy fire place
Hjälm vindskydd with its fancy fire place
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Day 89: A Taste Of Göteborg

Stora Härsjön to Langvattnet

Distance: 35km

As one of my favorite followers correctly observed yesterday, the vindskydd was located right under the departure axis of Göteborg Airport.
While the German couple and I were sitting around the fire, taking a trip down the memory lane and exchanging stories of northern Scandinavia, I regularly looked skyward, admiring the aircraft climbing into the vast Scandinavian sky, their navigation lights becoming more and more visible as the sky turned from yellow to dark blue and finally black.
With the fire on it's last legs, it was time to say good night.

I had a good sleep until I was woken up by the rustle of a plastic bag. This familiar sound can only mean trouble. And sure is. Food from today's food bag is scattered all over the vindskydd. The thief ate its way through my cotton bag - the hole clearly visible. Luckily only the peanuts and raisin were stolen. The chocolate, my main concern, was left untouched. Not so bad after all. 

After unsuccessfully trying to sleep a bit longer, I leave for the outskirts of Göteborg. It's mostly on well formed, well marked hiking trails. Eventually, the trail gets surprisingly rocky and steep in parts. Parts where I realize, how stiff my body really is.

Going is hard today. However, at one point, I catch a great glimpse of Göteborg, can even spot the cargo port in the far distance. The sea!
This gives me a lot of motivation and on a busy but lovely lakeside trail, I now follow a more southerly heading again.
Eventually, I spot a lovely new shelter on a peninsula. I didn't know it existed but it's perfect for the night. Spontaneously I decide to end today's hike here. 
For the first time I share a shelter. It's huge so there's plenty of space for me and a German long distance hiker, who has been hiking across Sweden for 1000km.
We get along well, exchanging trail stories. Feels good to finally meet some other long distance hiker again! 

Typical trail today. Well marked, well formed.
Typical trail today. Well marked, well formed.
One of today's many lakes
One of today's many lakes
One of them crossed on a floating bridge
One of them crossed on a floating bridge
Hello Göteborg
Hello Göteborg
Langvattnet vindskydd
Langvattnet vindskydd
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Day 88: Easy Vindskydding

Abborrsjön to St Härsjön

Distance: 25km

I'm planning on staying in my warm, cozy sleeping bag until the sun is heating up the vindskydd. The mystical morning mood however, makes me crawl out of my sleeping bag well before sunrise, to take some nice photos. It was well worth it I think. 

By seven, I'm back on the trail. Destination: Hindås. Not much to write about the hike. My legs feel tired as does my whole body. After a brief resupply stop in Hindås and a visit to the second hand store to finally get a book (it took me 3 weeks...), I am leaving Sjuhäradsleden (even though Rita tried to teach me how to pronounce it, I'm still unable to do so) and joining Vildmarksleden, which will take me all the way to the outskirts of Göteborg.
Not much changes. The markings look a bit different, the trail generally wider, better maintained.
It's a hot day. Not much wind. I can't wait to jump into the water. So I push a bit on the last few kilometers, passing plenty of little lakes. Before 16:00 I arrive at the vindskydd. What should I say? As beautiful as always. Right by the lake, perfect for swimming. 
A German couple, which has been cycling for the last three months, is joining me. Tomorrow is their last day before returning to Kiel.
I still have to go a bit longer. I don't mind. At all! I am really looking forward for my last few days. 

Spectacular morning mood
Spectacular morning mood
Volvo Oldtimer
Volvo Oldtimer
Nice little beach
Nice little beach
St Härsjön Vindskydd
St Härsjön Vindskydd
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Day 87: Time To Slow Down

Borås to Abborrsjön

Distance: 25km

I slept well indeed. Yet, as my body got so used to it, I awake with first light on a foggy Monday morning. 

Rita spoils me with a big breakfast before taking me for a tiki tour around Borås. I have to admit, I do not have great expectations and am ready to explore a somewhat run down, deserted ex industrial town, which once was big in the textile business. However, I am positively surprised by the architecturally attractive town and its vibe as students are swarming the street on their way from the bus and train stations to the uni. The international town seems very much alive and is surprising me with unexpected elements such as a several meter tall Pinocchio statue. 
Borås is apparently the rainiest town in Sweden. Luckily not today. As the fog is lifting, well needed sunshine floods the town,making it look even prettier. 
Eventually, it's time to say goodbye to my lovely host and trail angel and I continue on my way towards the west. As the trail doesn't go through the town, which I think is a pity, it takes me a while until I rejoin it. Once on the trail, it is getting noticeably quieter. As much as I liked the 100'000 people town, I still prefer the solitude of the outdoors. 
After an unspectacular afternoon I arrive rather early at Abborrsjön vindskydd, once again wonderfully located by the lake. After two nights not sleeping on a lake, I'm looking forward to spend the night again close to the water. 
I go for a very quick swim (the water is freezing cold) and spend the evening relaxing and planning - planning the last stretch to Halmstad. I decide to slow down my pace for the last 250 or so kilometers. I want to savor them, enjoy this vindskydd hopping and "in the forest but by the lake living". The weather seems to be on my side, time is no factor. So why be in a hurry? And besides, my legs are tired from all the walking and they can need the slowdown as well.
What are you doing here, Pinocchio?
What are you doing here, Pinocchio?
Mr Knalle. So Knalleland has nothing to do with banging at last.
Mr Knalle. So Knalleland has nothing to do with banging at last.
Doing a quick photo stop in New Zealand
Doing a quick photo stop in New Zealand
A rare open view
A rare open view
The house by the see. A common sight.
The house by the see. A common sight.
Abborrsjön vindskydd
Abborrsjön vindskydd
Just chilling
Just chilling
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Day 86: Big City Life

Raska Minas to Borås 

Distance: 25km

As the day is going to be short I take it slowly on this cloudy Sunday morning.

By 7 o'clock I'm on my way. Surprisingly, there is a fair amount of hiking trail today. Mostly nice and easy to hike. Only the trail marking is, in my opinion, a bit bewildering at times. Markers were there but not exactly well placed, making me take the wrong way every now and then. As I am approaching the outskirts of Borås, I give up following the markers and use my phone to navigate. Being a friendly Sunday afternoon, after a couple of rainy days, lots of people are out and about. 
By 14:00, I arrive at Knalleland. A massiv shopping mile just north of the city. It's a somewhat funny name as in German it means "banging land". Anyway, it's where I meet Rita, my couchsurfing host for tonight. She's a wonderful host, offering me everything I need. A warm, delicious, late lunch, laundry and hot shower. We have some great talks, where I learn interesting things about the Swedish society, before we had back to Knalleland for some shopping. 
I feel a bit lost in this vast shopping area after spending the last couple of weeks on mountains or in the forest. Nevertheless, I find everything I need, eventually:
Gas, finally, and food for three days. Enough to the outskirts of Göteborg, where I will turn south towards Halmstad. At this moment, I have not decided yet, whether I should head respectively detour into Göteborg or continue directly to Halmstad. It will be a spontaneous decision. 

What a great feeling, sleeping on a real bed again. A welcome change from my inflatable mattress. I think I will sleep like a baby. 

Freshly bulldozed road. Looks like another forest will bite the dust soon.
Freshly bulldozed road. Looks like another forest will bite the dust soon.
Passing neat looking farms
Passing neat looking farms
Nice, but poorly marked hiking trails
Nice, but poorly marked hiking trails
Borås' bathing place
Borås' bathing place
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Day 85: One Day, Two Breakfast

Jogen to Raska Minas

Distance: 40km

Third rainy day in a row, 95 percent road walk. A day to forget? Not at all!

Three hours into a pretty boring road walk, I sit down at the side of the road for my breakfast. While opening my food bag, I am approached by a friendly local. She invites me for coffee, sandwiches, cinnamon rolls and fresh, delicious cherry tomatoes from their garden. After hiking in the light drizzle for 15 minutes, it's a great feeling to warm up with coffee. Together with her husband, we have a wonderful chat about my journey south. As they are attending a car race and I still have a good 25 kilometers ahead of me, we soon say goodbye. 

From their place, it's only a short hike to the industrial part and shopping malls of Ulricehamn, a rather large city. Being a Saturday morning, the are is rather busy and I don't feel like going shopping in my full rain gear. I have a hard time navigating through the area, take some wrong turns but eventually make it out of there.
Shortly after I miss a sign again and find myself in the middle of nowhere. According to the map I am on the right track but there are no signs and only a faint track, which I follow and eventually, after taking another wrong turn, reunite with the track. There, I soon enough stumbled across Dino, an English man, who is walking his dog. Without any hesitation, he invites me for a warm meal. I follow him to his and Marta's cozy hideaway in the forest. While he is cooking, he offers me to take a shower. After nearly 2 weeks of cleaning myself in rivers and lakes, I quickly agree. 

Out of the shower, a delicious English breakfast, or fry-up as it's apparently called at 2 in the afternoon, consisting of beans, bacon, tomatoes and eggs, is awaiting me. A very enjoyable meal, especially as it brings back wonderful memories from the breakfast made by George in Te Whare Kererū. 
Dino is a well-traveled man, has plenty of stories to share and I really like listening to them. 
Eventually, it's time to continue again. It's not too far anymore though. As the rain is getting heavier again, he offers me an umbrella. Might sound strange but it's in fact a perfect addition to my gear. With all the roadwalk from here to Halmstad, I can exchange my hiking poles with the umbrella in case of rain. 
It works like a charm and completely dry I arrive at Raska Minas. An old cottage from the 19th century. It's not meant for sleeping though so I make myself comfortable in the brand new vindskydd right across the cottage. I skipp dinner as I am still completely full from my two breakfasts. 

While hiking-wise it might have not been a memorable day, the amazing hospitality, which I had the opportunity to enjoy today, turned this day into a wonderful one. Especially after the last, rather lonely couple of days. 



Plenty of Oldtimers along my way today
Plenty of Oldtimers along my way today
Open views
Open views
Lovely place, where I enjoyed breakfast number one
Lovely place, where I enjoyed breakfast number one
The outskirts of Ulricehamn
The outskirts of Ulricehamn
One happy hiker
One happy hiker
Raska Minas vindskydd. Looking brand new.
Raska Minas vindskydd. Looking brand new.
And cottage besides it
And cottage besides it
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Day 84: Turning West-Southwest

Södra Kroksjön to Jogen

Distance: 40km

My early starts are becoming later and later. Maybe a bit because I am getting lazier but mostly because the days are getting shorter rapidly. Today, with thick, black rain clouds hanging low above the trees it is especially dark. So dark in fact, I walk the first 30 minutes with my headlamp on. And by then it's well past six in the morning.
The rain or rather drizzle is soaking me quickly. Especially thanks to the strong wind, which makes the water hit me horizontally. Hard to stay dry. At least those rainy days usually mean good progress as I walk quickly and hardly ever stop to look around or take photos. My light backpack helps as well. In fact, I am running out of everything. Water, food, gas, battery... (okay, the low battery doesn't really make my pack much lighter). With the more frequent towns and resupply options, I continously postpone buying proper hiking food like pasta, raisins or peanuts. Just the usual bread and ice cream, which are gone within seconds.
Same today as I pass Mullsjö. Some bread and chocolate. Mainly just to get out of the rain. I am loitering around a quiet entrance for a while, charging my phone, waiting for the rain to pass. That really is trail life for me.

After a good hour I continue my hike, now heading away from the Vätern lake. West-southwest on a new trail with an non memorable, hard to pronouncing name. Initially it's aimlessly meandering around a forest before it follows a road for 15 or so kilometers, which on a much drier afternoon are quickly covered.
I'm not sure what would expect me at Jogen lake. Some sources say just a BBQ/pinic place, some say a vindskydd. Of course I hope for the latter. As I get closer, I can smell burning birch wood. Hopefully, the place is not occupied. That would be a bummer. 
When I arrive, all I find is a nicely burning fire but no one around. They must come back shortly I think and wait a bit. Nothing happens. Oh well then, thanks to whoever made the fire. I gladly make myself comfortable, using the fire to cook my dinner. Saving some gas. Sweet!                      
Sandy Beach near Mullsjö
Sandy Beach near Mullsjö
Good luck with finding your way if you are color blind
Good luck with finding your way if you are color blind
Trollsjön
Trollsjön
Bridge under a bridge
Bridge under a bridge
Pssssst! 🤫
Pssssst! 🤫
Aras Kvarn mill
Aras Kvarn mill
Vindskydd on the Jogen north shore near Aras Kvarn
Vindskydd on the Jogen north shore near Aras Kvarn
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Day 83: The Easy Way

Vitsjön to Södra Kroksjön

Distance: 30km

Neither as much rain nor as much wind as expected during the night. And by the time I am about to leave, it's dry. Nevertheless, I'm dressed in my rain gear. If I wouldn't, Mr Murphy would make sure that I get hammered by rain. And this would be a pain in the ass. Stopping and putting on the rain gear after a couple of minutes.

Hiking is easy. Very sandy soil, a pleasure for my feet. Also the scenery is great as the path is following several small lakes. Plenty of fishermen waiting patiently in the rain for their dinner to bite the hook. Or whatever it's called. I still haven't learnt how to fish.

At one point, I find a sweet shortcut through a nature reserve. Saves me from an hour walk in the rain. No idea why the official trail is making a big loop around it. Anyway, this shortens my day considerably and I make it to my vindskydd by 14:00. There's no other shelter within reach today and with the bad weather, I'm glad for an early finish. Going the easy way. 

Speaking of the "easy way": I walked past a sign this morning, giving me the option for an easy way. Being on a long distance hike, I usually follow the more or less easiest way. No need to make an already long hike longer. Especially on a wet day like today. Maybe it's not always the prettiest one but eventually there's a goal to achieve. If I would climb every mountain on the way, detour for every waterfall, I'd still be in Finmark. While it would certainly be an option for a different kind of hiking, for me, I definitely prefer the easy way on such a long distance walk. 
The easy way. Of course!
The easy way. Of course!
Wonderful hiking
Wonderful hiking
Sandy trails, more lakes
Sandy trails, more lakes
Södra Kroksjön vindskydd
Södra Kroksjön vindskydd
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Day 82: Precious Water

Röåsjön to Vitsjön 

Distance: 37km

It's been a lonely hike yesterday. Yes, I saw plenty of people. People sightseeing in Forsvik, people shopping in Mölltorp. Still, I haven't really talked to anyone. When hiking in the mountains or forest the whole day, without seeing anyone, then, strangely, I never feel this kind of loneliness. So I hoped someone might overnight at the vindskydd as well. However, I've usually had the shelter for myself. I didn't expect it to be different.
And sure enough, I had the vindskydd all for myself during a windy but extremely mild night.
My belly coped with the filthy water just fine, even though it made some strange sounds. Like a warning not to repeat that. 

Today's hike a mix of okay hiking trails, farm and forest tracks. Shortly after leaving the vindskydd, I slip on a sandy, steep descent. I hit my knee slightly. Nothing to worry about. Yet it shows that while the trail is not demanding anymore, I still need to concentrate.
There's a bit of drizzle in the morning. The first sign of the bad weather slowly creeping up and which will hit my area tonight. Well, after one week of sunshine, I should be able to handle two rainy days.

What currently is a challenge is drinking water. On the one hand my broken filter is not exactly helpful on the other hand there simply isn't any water apart from some filthy streams and ponds. I wouldn't even drink that after filtering it.
Luckily the Swedes are a helpful bunch of people. I ask a sweet old lady, who is sitting in her garden for some water. She happily agrees. Even though we don't speak a common language, I can more or less explain what journey I am on. She seems impressed and even asks for a photo :)
After this lovely encounter I continue. Feels good to have a full water bottle and having talked to someone again. 

Before 16:00 I arrive at Vitsjön vindskydd. It doesn't disappoint. Wonderful location by the lake. As usual.
I settle in, preparing for an initially stormy and then rainy night. 

Typical view this morning
Typical view this morning
Some open views as well
Some open views as well
Lunch break at Mullsjön
Lunch break at Mullsjön
A typical sight during the last couple of days
A typical sight during the last couple of days
The last few kilometers - slowly but surely feeling exhausted.
The last few kilometers - slowly but surely feeling exhausted.
Shortly before finishing: a bit of a challenge
Shortly before finishing: a bit of a challenge
Vitsjön vindskydd, hidden behind the trees on the right
Vitsjön vindskydd, hidden behind the trees on the right
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Day 81: In Need Of Motivation

Stora Djäknasjön to Röåsjön Vindskydd

Distance: 38km

A continuous up and down. Not the topography my trail life. While yesterday was a super hiking day, it looks different today. Not the first few kilometers to Granvik though. They are fairly nice. Also the bathing place of Granvik itself looks inviting. Maybe at 6 in the morning a bit too early for a swim but the views across Vättern are pretty.

From there the trail climbs and descends surprisingly steep over several rock formations. While I don't mind, I wasn't expecting it. When the trail is becoming more and more overgrown it's becoming annoying. At one point, when the trail veers off to the north, I decide to abandon it and walk along a gravel road. Saves me 5 to 10 kilometers and a lot of nerves. Luckily, the military shooting range seems quiet. Maybe they follow the Swiss schedule and don't do any exercising before 8.
I pass the museum like town Forsvik and then climb Vaberget, which offers the only decent views of today. Also from up here, Vättern looks big.

At Mölltorp, I resupply. Nothing else to do and see there. The pizzeria looks not too inviting. They never do when they combine it with a Kebab place. I guess as Swiss living 20km away from the Italian border, I am a bit spoiled.

More road walks follows. I feel tired, unmotivated and am relieved when the last 3 kilometers are along a good hiking trail. The vindskydd though. A bit of a letdown. Really. They chopped the forest around it. A rather sad sight. I'm out of energy though to continue. And I wouldn't no where anyway. The next shelter is 13 kilometers away in the middle of nowhere. No reason to go there.
After unpacking, I head down to the lake. The water looking extremely filthy. As I am not exactly prepared for a dry camp, I get some water for cooking nonetheless. I'm positive my stomach can handle it just fine after boiling it for five minutes. If not, well... Better not think too much about it. Bon appetite! 

Lovely start into the day. A look back at Stora Djäknasjön.
Lovely start into the day. A look back at Stora Djäknasjön.
Vättern
Vättern
Some rough trail for breakfast
Some rough trail for breakfast
Forsvik
Forsvik
Forsvik again
Forsvik again
And one last time
And one last time
The view from Vaberget
The view from Vaberget
Narrow staircase. Should have left my pack at the bottom.
Narrow staircase. Should have left my pack at the bottom.
Overgrown railway track. Reminds me of my trail.
Overgrown railway track. Reminds me of my trail.
Röåsjön Vindskydd
Röåsjön Vindskydd
I've had better views
I've had better views
That's how it's supposed to look
That's how it's supposed to look
Addendum from yesterday. Cooling down in the lake.
Addendum from yesterday. Cooling down in the lake.
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Day 80: So Long, Bergslagsleden

Kråksjön to Stora Djäknasjön 

Distance: 37km... again! 

I got slightly carried away chopping fire wood yesterday. Shortly before slipping into my sleeping bag, I tossed the remaining logs into the fire, which let the fire keep burning well into the night. Together with the howling wolves somewhere on the other side of the lake, full moon (I know, there's no connection between full moon and howling wolves) it produced a special atmosphere.
What about today? Well, it has been an exquisite day on the trail. Already the first few kilometers along a lovely trail through alpine pine forest, partly covered in fog are a real mood booster. In fact the trail reminds me of my running trails in Celerina. You couldn't tell the difference.
After a non memorable hike through more forest, I enter the Tivedens national park. A rough trail but it's meandering between huge, mossy boulders. I feel like in Jurassic Park. 
Shortly afterwards, I leave Berglagsleden, a trail I have been following for the last 250 kilometers. While fairly underwhelming in the beginning, wet and rough, it got better and better. With today's fantastic finish, I will keep it in good memory. 
The trail drops me in the middle of a large campground. I'm somewhat lost. No signs of another trail, a trail, which takes me south. Aimlessly, I roam around the campground, filling my water bottles on one of the many tabs. Eventually, I spot an orange sign, leading me beneath a skilift onto a terribly overgrown trail. I bash my way through. Not as bad as I feared. Still, hopefully no bad omen. Going gets easier and by 17:15 I reach Stora Djäknasjön Vindskydd. Located highly above the lake. Berglagsleden might be behind me but these shelters seem to remain quite amazing. 

There's no firewood though. I don't care. Too hot anyway. The weather has been spectacular once more. There's a jetty down at the lake though. Perfect for swimming. After a long, sweaty day a must do. 

The trail I'm now following is the Vätterleden. It will lead me south, along the massiv Vättern lake and I plan on being at it's southern end in 3 or 4 days. There I will turn west and set course towards Göteborg on yet another trail, which name I don't know yet but will eventually find out. Like Vätterleden. A name I read for the first time today. My planning... A disaster. However, I made it until here. So I'm not doing it all wrong. I guess. 
Yesterday's cozy evening
Yesterday's cozy evening
Infinity lake
Infinity lake
Niklas on the same mission
Niklas on the same mission
Families along the trail offering access to their water springs
Families along the trail offering access to their water springs
One of the many tarns
One of the many tarns
The Bergslagsleden sign
The Bergslagsleden sign
Time to say goodbye
Time to say goodbye
Enjoying...
Enjoying...
... my...
... my...
... hike!
... hike!
The...
The...
... beauty...
... beauty...
... of nature!
... of nature!
Yes, I like you too!
Yes, I like you too!
Mission of today completed
Mission of today completed
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Day 79: The Southbound Tick Express

Södra Holmsjön to Kråksjön

Distance: 37km

My eastwards facing vindskydd offers me an amazing view at the burning morning sky. Still nicely wrapped in my sleeping bag, I cook some porridge. Breakfast in bed. A little bit of luxury out here. 

I take it slow. Scared to walk as I know the first few steps will hard. They always are after a long day. Eventually, nature calls and the 50 steps to the toilet are torture. Luckily it only last for a couple of seconds. Once hitting the trail, everything is back in the green. Not much to write about today. So forestry roads, but mostly on great footpaths, leading me through the forest. They are overgrown though and I am an easy prey for the ticks. By 8, I have removed around 10 of them, at the end of the day, 25 maybe? I stopped counting. This really is a pain in the ass but that's just part of the trail. Something I got to deal with. 

At least I'm now on an a heading, which more or less takes me straight to the south. After all this detour to the east and west quite a relief. In fact, as of today, I'm further down south than Stockholm. Some motivation for the coming days. 

Around 17:00 I check-in at Kråksjön vindskydd. Another amazing shelter. Thank you Sweden for providing them. They make my trail life so much better. 
Today it's time for a fire again. But that comes with a price: without sawing and chopping wood, no fire. It takes me 30 minutes, however, it's a welcome change from walking. 

Good morning!
Good morning!
Leaving the lake
Leaving the lake
Me...
Me...
... enjoying today's only view.
... enjoying today's only view.
Remains of a monastery
Remains of a monastery
Hello beautiful slow worm! Must be at least 30cm. Longest I have ever seen.
Hello beautiful slow worm! Must be at least 30cm. Longest I have ever seen.
Sweden: where even the tractors are Volvo
Sweden: where even the tractors are Volvo
Passing some nice houses
Passing some nice houses
Tick express...
Tick express...
... going strong!
... going strong!
Kråksjön Vindskydd
Kråksjön Vindskydd
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Day 78: A Looooong One

Göljan to Södra Holmsjön

Distance: 57km

A long day, my energy right now subzero. I try to keep it short and sweet.

I got fat since there is a supermarket every few kilometers. Well, maybe fat is a slight exaggeration but I definitely gained some kilos, which I don't feel like carrying around. Hence, I have set an ambitious goal for today: 57 kilometers. 

My plan is to average 4 kilometers an hour. Since it's mainly hiking trails today, it depends on them if I can keep the pace. If I am slower, I won't make it as I don't want to walk for more than 14 hours. 
I leave my wonderful vindskydd with first light, still using my headlamp for the dark forest parts. The start into my hiking day is surprisingly diverse, passing plenty of little lakes, all of them steaming in the cold morning air. 
Going gets a bit more monotonous, the trail meandering through the forest. I'm tempted to shortcut again but decide to stick to the trail, which passes through a national park and several nature reserves. It's not worth the extra kilometers though. No views and not much different from the other parts. 

Four and a half hours or 20 kilometers into the hike, which has been going great so far, I take my first break at a vindskydd, where a party of three is just getting ready to start their day. I get a bit jealous. A lazy start into a new day sounds tempting. Especially after getting up at four this morning. But then again, with my restless feet, I'd probably getting... Restless. Without too much talking I continue. Three fast hours to the next vindskydd for my next break. And look who's there: the same party as before! Quite a coincidence. It's not like Sweden is a small country. 
They must think 'this lazy guy is always taking breaks'. And I am wondering how they managed to get here before me? Was I really hiking so slowly?! Turns out they took the car. I'm relieved ;) 
After a long rest and a lovely chat with this great bunch, I continue. I would have loved to talk a bit longer but I can't get too comfortable. 
More road walk ahead so I can make a more accurate prediction of when I will arrive. It's getting tougher by the minute. Nothing is hurting but after 45 kilometers with plenty of up and down my legs are running out of energy. 
As I must have lost the O ring of my water filter during the last couple of days, it has become useless. I am a bit pissed off as I knew it eventually had to happen but I never really cared. Luckily there's water in Sixtorp. I empty a 1.5L bottle in one go and fill up another one. 3 additional kilos. My legs are not happy. 

Somehow I manage to keep going for another 10 kilometers until, after 13 kilometers, I reach my vindskydd. It's not nearly as scenic as the one last night. At this point, I could not care less. All I need is food and rest. No fire. Too much work. 

After removing a tick, which somehow managed to bight me into my hip, right where I have my hip belt pressing on it for 13 hours, I eat my pasta and crawl straight into my sleeping bag. 

What should I say: It feels good reaching my ambitious goal. It shows I am reasonably fit. But it all feels a bit rushed. Only push, push, push. I'll probably take it slower the next couple ofdays. I have had my 'fun' today with going fast and far.

By the way: exactly 700 kilometers. That is the distance still ahead of me. 

And... I could not keep it short. Oh well, I guess long day, a lot to say. 

Early morning mood
Early morning mood
Some lovely trail along a lake
Some lovely trail along a lake
A rare unobstructed view
A rare unobstructed view
Another picture perfect lake
Another picture perfect lake
Sandy Beach included
Sandy Beach included
Back into the forest
Back into the forest
And through a wind farm
And through a wind farm
Water!
Water!
Finally at my destination on Södra Holmsjön
Finally at my destination on Södra Holmsjön
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Day 77: Lost In Time And Space

Storsjön to Göljan

Distance: 40km

The last dozen or so days have been similar. Not boring. But similar. A lot of trees, many red houses and small lakes. Maybe it's because of this that I lost track of where exactly I am (in the big picture), how far and how long it is to Halmstad, South of Göteborg, where I will most probably finish section two. At the moment I'm living or hiking in the here and now. Still, it might be a good idea to get back the big picture. Especially since I get asked a lot how many kilometers I have walked or how many I still have to walk. After finishing writing this blog, I will check how far it is to Halmstad. 

But first, let's talk about today: Another early start. I deviate from Bergslagsleden to get resupply in Nora, a surprisingly nice town (at least the center and lake front) , looking neat in the early morning sun. 
With groceries done, I rejoin the trail at Pershyttan, an interesting little settlement, where everything is about mining. After having a look around, I continue. It's mostly a pleasant walk with just a very few rougher, slower sections. Shortly before reaching my planned vindskydd near Kilsbergstugan, I take a wrong turn. Takes me nearly a kilometer until I realize it. I know I should take it easy but it is always pissing me off. Big time. Angry as I turn around, angry at the stupid way marking. It's completely my fault though. The marking is clear as day. I didn't pay attention. 
Still fuming, I reach the vindskydd. It's not looking inviting at all. Especially with the smell of a dead animal in the air. 
My earlier mishap gave me a lot of energy. Negative motivation. Maybe not the best kind of motivation but an effective one for sure. So I decide to continue to the next vindskydd, 4 kilometers down the trail. And oh boy, it is so worth it. Amazing location, overlooking the lake and plenty of firewood. After a quick swim, I start the fire. Like yesterday: a super enjoyable ending of the day.
Nora lake side
Nora lake side
Lovely morning
Lovely morning
Old phone booth I assume
Old phone booth I assume
Downtown Nora
Downtown Nora
Who's that?
Who's that?
Exploring the mining history
Exploring the mining history
Mushroom as big as Fredy's hat
Mushroom as big as Fredy's hat
Some nice trail
Some nice trail
Blackberries for a change
Blackberries for a change
A nice view before...
A nice view before...
... dropping down into a mystical valley
... dropping down into a mystical valley
Colorful part of the trail
Colorful part of the trail
Amazing Göljan vindskydd
Amazing Göljan vindskydd
Maestro of the flames
Maestro of the flames
Good night
Good night
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Day 76: Few Good Views, Plenty Of Blueberries

Stjernfors to Storsjön

Distance: 40-45km


I sleep like a baby. It's windy and the waves from the lake are calming. 


Yet, I wake up just past four in the morning for an early start. The way I like it.

E1 in Sweden: every day is a surprise. You never know how the trail is gonna be. Today: wet and overgrown. Slightly annoying to walk. It's a rewarding morning walk though as the views from Mackarsberg are fabulous. I have an early break, soaking up the scenery. There really aren't that many sweeping views anymore. Once I have enjoyed enough, I continue. After following the trail for a wee bit longer, I opt for a shortcut along a gravel road, as the trail is meandering east and west through forest. As much as I want to hike the complete Bergslagsleden, which is a part of E1, it's just too much detour at times. Even though I have enough time for all this meandering , the urge to head south is strong. Extremely strong. 


Before noon, I rejoin the trail, which now leads me through farmland. A very welcoming change and, if it wasn't for the red houses, reminds me of home. While stopping for my lunch break, I head, like so often, straight into my midday crisis. Usually 20 to 30km hiked and nearly as much still to go, when your body is already tired. Not too motivating, really. 

Anyway, I usually get my act together quickly. No difference today and so I am off again. 18 kilometers to go. 

They are relatively easy kilometers. Plenty of blueberries to keep my stomach happy, a dry, well formed track. Initially along ATV and farming tracks then forest and eventually some boardwalk, before I reach Storsjön, my destination. 

Another lovely vindskydd. Right by a tarn, just me and even an open shed with firewood. 

Before settling in, I cut some not very dry wood, make a fire. Not easy. After a difficult, smokey start (I'm gonna smell like a smoked sausage tomorrow), it's burning surprisingly well. 


A fire at the end of a day is something I really enjoy. Somehow rounds up the day nicely. No different today. 

Before the now slowly dying but still warming fire, I'm typing these lines. Life is good. 

Not even the nicest morning light can make this logged forest look attractive
Not even the nicest morning light can make this logged forest look attractive
The only time above the trees. Great view though.
The only time above the trees. Great view though.
Some rocks. Welcome change!
Some rocks. Welcome change!
Passing by some farms
Passing by some farms
Lost and forgotten in the middle of nowhere. No idea what that might be.
Lost and forgotten in the middle of nowhere. No idea what that might be.
If one gets bored during the hike
If one gets bored during the hike
Blueberry-picking-hand
Blueberry-picking-hand
Storsjön vindskydd
Storsjön vindskydd
Life's good
Life's good
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Day 75: Drying

Nothussundet to Stjernfors

Distance: 40km

Rain. A lot of rain. It's pouring down the whole night. Also when it's getting bright, the rain is still heavy. No way I go out there right now. I rather stay in my cozy shelter, listening to another chapter of my audio book.
By seven, I make the decision to leave at latest by nine. Otherwise I might not make it to Kopparberg. 
However, shortly after that, the rain slowly but surely is becoming lighter. I start packing and by the time I'm ready to leave, it's actually just some droplets falling out of the sky. Good timing.

After 20 hours in my vindskydd, it's time to say goodbye. It did a great job in keeping my dry.
The day starts with a bit of roadwalk (I opt again for the parallel running road instead of the hiking path) before I make a hard right turn into Bergslagsleden, a trail which I will follow for nearly 300km. Hiking on the well defined trail is mostly fairly pleasant, despite it's partly submerged and some bridges actually floating. Crossing them is a fairly wobbly thing that is actually quite fun and something different. By the time I reach Finngruva, it's already 15:00, the rain has stopped completely. At Finngruva, an old mining site, I leave Bergslagsleden and drop into Kopparberg for resupply. The town and its inhabitants look fairly run down. I first thought of changing into clean clothes before heading into the supermarket. However, looking at the people going in and out of the store, I won't stand out too much.
Further up north, I left my backpack outside, sometimes even charged my phone somewhere in the shop while shopping. Here, well, I wouldn't feel comfortable doing it. In fact I even take my hiking poles with me. Kinda sad but I've left the "safe" world from norther Scandinavia.

Shopping is a quick and easy undertaking as I only need food for 2 days. Without wasting too much time, I leave the town again. The last 6 kilometers to my vindskydd in Stjernfors are tough kilometers. But I make it. Just before seven, I arrive at the vindskydd. Again a nice location right next to a tiny sand beach. 

I'm going through my usual routine: eating and a short dip into the lake before I crawl into my warm sleeping bag, getting ready for the night. 

Wet trail
Wet trail
But also some lovely, dry sections
But also some lovely, dry sections
Boardwalk and bridge floating around. This crossing was rather interesting.
Boardwalk and bridge floating around. This crossing was rather interesting.
Finngruva
Finngruva
Nice street signs near Finngruva
Nice street signs near Finngruva
My beach at Stjernfors
My beach at Stjernfors
Dinner with a view
Dinner with a view
The Stjernfors vindskydd
The Stjernfors vindskydd
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Day 74: Short But Wet

Smedjebacken to Nothussundet

Distance: 25km

Despite the rain, I leave early. No point in waiting as it will be raining throughout the day. And the longer I wait, the harder it will become to leave warm and cozy Lottas Krog.

By six o'clock I'm on my way into a short hiking day. 25 kilometers to Nothuskojan is the plan. Basically a straight line south. The first few kilometers are along or beneath a high voltage line, following a sometimes muddy, sometimes overgrown maintenance track. The rain is getting heavier and by the time I pass Björsjö, it's even torrential rain. No chance in keeping myself dry. There would be a hiking trail from Björsjö to Nothus running parallel to the road. I opt for the road though. Mainly because I am soaking wet and starting to be uncomfortably cold. Without any break I reach Nothus just before noon. There I have the option to stay in a basic hut in the forest or in a vindskydd by the lake. The vindskydd looks more inviting with a lovely view over the lake.
Even though it's only 12:00 I decide to call it a hiking day. I'm in no rush, especially not when it's pouring down.

So I make myself comfortable: Getting changed, having lunch, listening to a John Grisham audio book and writing this blog. Plenty of time. But I enjoy it. Taking it easy and looking at the raindrops hitting the lake from my sheltered hideaway. 

Lot of logging going on along the way
Lot of logging going on along the way
Following the...
Following the...
... High voltage line
... High voltage line
Vindskydd near Nothuskojan
Vindskydd near Nothuskojan
Making myself comfortable for a long afternoon
Making myself comfortable for a long afternoon
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Day 73: Tougher Than I Thought

Spansfäbodarna to Smedjebacken 

Distance: 40km

An early start again. Not because it will be a particularly long day but rather because of the forecasted rain this afternoon.

Fairly quiet I leave the hut, which is located within a fäbod and right next to the road. I'm surprised there weren't more people staying. Anyway, I don't complain.
After yesterday's great trail marking, today, well, there aren't any. Using GPS to navigate. But when the map is outdated, respectively trail on the map don't exist in real world, it gets tiring. Half an hour after leaving the hut, I find myself lost in thick forest, a trail nowhere to be seen. It's a pain to bash my way through to the next road. Even though it's just a kilometer. While markings are still missing, at least the next short off-road stretch has a faint trail to follow.
Things improve once I join Sméleden, which is properly marked all the way to Smedjebacken. As it's mostly road walk, that doesn't matter though.

It's mostly easy walking. Yet I don't feel too fit, taking breaks every couple of kilometers. My backpack, which is comparably light with food for 2 more days, feels heavy nonetheless. The weather seems to stay favorable for longer than I thought, so no stress. An overlook on top of a hill offers sweeping views of the area around me. Lots of forest.
It's also where I discover two ticks on my legs. Pretty unnecessary but after all this hiking through forest inevitable. Still, quite a bummer and it's definitely dampening my mood. For the remaining 10 kilometers, I constantly keep checking for ticks. 

Smedjebacken is reached by 15:00. Well, I don't go into the town itself but rather stay at Lottas Krog, a nice, old hostel, located right next to the trail for the night. After 6 days it's time for a hot shower again.
I've been looking forward to treat myself with a pizza from around the corner, which in Scandinavia is a kilometer away. I slowly walk there only to realize it's closed for renovation. Oh well, so back again. Some more kilometers after a 40 kilometers day don't make a difference anymore.

With my belly full of pasta, I go back to my room, using the wifi to plan the next couple of days. More towns, more forest. I don't expect it to be too challenging. But with thru-hiking... You never know. 

Spectacular dawn mood shortly after leaving the hut
Spectacular dawn mood shortly after leaving the hut
Looks like a coal mine
Looks like a coal mine
Low clouds creeping in
Low clouds creeping in
Crossing a railway track. Doesn't happen that often on E1
Crossing a railway track. Doesn't happen that often on E1
Another lake
Another lake
Overlooking old mines from the observation tower
Overlooking old mines from the observation tower
Lottas Krog
Lottas Krog
Definitively a nice place for the night
Definitively a nice place for the night
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Day 72: The Luxurious Hut

Gradbodarna to Spansfäbodarna

Distance: 30km

I sleep like a baby and wake up well rested. There's no need to hurry as it's a 4.5 kilometers walk into Mockfjärd, where the supermarket opens at 08:00.

Knowing my pace quite well, I time my departure time in order to make it there right in time. On a comparably cold morning I walk on a nice trail towards Mockfjärd, where I arrive at 2 minutes past eight. Not bad but also room for improvement.
Resupply is a quick and easy task as it is only for two days. By 08:30 I'm back on my way south. Mostly forest, with some fäbot offering a welcome change of scenery. E1 is clearly marked today. You might not believe me, however, these E1 signs not only making navigation easier but they also have a positive impact on my motivation.

About two thirds into my hike I meet a fairly large, good mooded hiking group from STF, the Swedish touring or hiking association. Wonderful people. A Swedish German teacher (does this make sense? ;) uses the chance to practice some German. Should you read this, it was a pleasure talking to you and if you need a Swiss German speaking long distance hiker talking to your students, drop me a message! 

From there until I reach my overnight stay, it's extremely wet terrain with myr, which is fine with me, but also some outright muddy parts. Going is rough, even hard at times. The scenery and vegetation is different. More like around Skorovatn, where I started nearly a month ago. Also a gorge makes for a nice change to the usually flat terrain. Dragoberget, a lovely, bright hut with large windows looks inviting to stay. It is too early to call it a day though. And I don't feel like starting tomorrow with mud bashing. And mud bashing it is on the last 5 kilometers of the day. Hard work. I pass a 327 meters tall antenna and suddenly start feeling uncomfortably dizzy. Not sure if it is the radio waves cooking my brain or the overripe cloudberry I ate a couple of minutes ago. Anyway, if I pass out and fall, with all the mud, at least it will be a soft landing.

Luckily without passing out, I reach the hut. Well, hut an understatement. With electricity, a kitchen and a heated toilet it's a level above a hut. And all this for free. A mom with her daughter made themselves comfortable in the living room, where they have warming fire going, I take the bunk bed in the sleep room. After a quick swim in the cold lake, I have some interesting talk with the two of them, mostly about Swedish food. A very important topic as well. 

By 20:00 it is time for the daughter to hit the deck and I also retreat to my room. It's going to be an early start tomorrow. Trying to beat the weather once again. 

Not on the fäbod any longer
Not on the fäbod any longer
Some old stuff along the path
Some old stuff along the path
Well maintained fäbod
Well maintained fäbod
Plenty of food along the way
Plenty of food along the way
Great piece of trail.
Great piece of trail.
Change in scenery
Change in scenery
An unexpected gorge
An unexpected gorge
Crossing a myr
Crossing a myr
Lovely Dragberget Hut
Lovely Dragberget Hut
Brain cell cooker
Brain cell cooker
Spansfäbodarna Stugorna - tonight's hut
Spansfäbodarna Stugorna - tonight's hut
Nicely located by the lake
Nicely located by the lake
Cozy inside
Cozy inside
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Day 71: Short And Sweet

Brasjön to Gradbodarna 

Distance: 30km

I made promises to myself yesterday to squeeze in these extra miles. And promises are here to be kept. So I enjoy my porridge with extremely locally sourced blueberries (from behind the vindskydd), while watching a lovely sunrise.
It's (for me) late, when I leave the vindskydd shortly after 6. 
The trail is not nearly as nice to walk as yesterday. Muddy, wet. These muddy trails usually are full of prints: boots, dogs, (rein)deer. More or less always the same ones. Well, not today. Today I spot something different. Something big. My first thought: bear. And this sends a shiver down my spine.
Double checking with a "find out which animal it is guide" quickly confirms it. I'm not alone out there. I sing a bit louder on the next kilometers.

As I'm getting tired of the mud, I decide to walk on the parallel road. Saves me the hassle and some kilometers.

My second promise, to keep my hike short today, is also easily fulfilled. By 15:00 I reach Gradbodarna, where I plan on camping in the vindskydd. I'm about to unpack my stuff, when I am approached by someone with the usual question where my hike is taking me. It's an ice breaker question respectively answer, as it's not something too common I'm doing here.
Anyway, we have a lovely chat about the history of this place, which dates back to the 16th century. He offers me to stay in his cabin's BBQ hut, which I gladly accept. After providing me with firewood and fresh water, he leaves me to it and drives off back to his home. 

With a warming fire going and after three long 50km days, I enjoy a long, relaxing afternoon. 

Breakfast
Breakfast
The Brasjön vindskydd in lovely morning light
The Brasjön vindskydd in lovely morning light
Brasjön
Brasjön
A common view. Unfortunately.
A common view. Unfortunately.
Looking quite fresh
Looking quite fresh
Lovely trail for a change
Lovely trail for a change
An E1 sign!
An E1 sign!
My overnight place
My overnight place
Keeping the fire going
Keeping the fire going
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Day 70: Squeezing In Some Extra Kilometers

Södra Garberg to Brasjön

Distance: 50km

Friday the 13th... Bad luck? Well, the day starts reasonably okay. Firstly, I didn't get eaten by the ants. In fact they behaved good and didn't disturb me at all. Secondly, I'm positively surprised by the long drop toilet. Clean, plenty of toilet paper and one of the few toilets, which isn't close to overflowing.
Anyway, let's not talk about shit. 

Yesterday left a lot of room for improvement. And an improvement is definitely here. The trail is so much smoother than yesterday, walking a pleasure dispite feeling rather stiffly. 
Taking it slow, I take an early break, where I am approached by a Swedish marathon runner. We have a great chat and it's actually my first longer conversation with a Swedish person since arriving in Sweden. Hope you ran a good race should you read this) 
I pass many small settlements (called fäbodar I think). They were used as summer grazing sites for cows. Similar to the Alp in Switzerland. 

Walking past one of these fäbodar, I meet 4 girls from Stockholm, who are on 4 day hike along Siljansleden. For a couple of kilometers, I join this funny bunch. If I remember correctly it's the first time since Nordkapp that I'm not hiking by myself. It feels good, even though it's just for half an hour. 
They turn left towards Siljan lake to spend there, I turn left to Kollsjön to spend mine there. Well, that was the plan at least. There's a shelter, a so called vindskydd, but the lake itself is not accessible. And in general, it all does not look too welcoming. So what now? The next vindskydd and suitable place to spend the night is 7.5km away. Should I go there? No, too far. Or isn't it? After a second thought I give it a go. I trust my instinct that the Brasjön vindskydd will be much more pleasant to spend the night. Slowly but surely starting to run on fumes, I'm heading towards my definite final destination for today. I'm motivating myself with a shorter day tomorrow and a porridge for breakfast. Just before 19:00 and a couple of minutes before the forecasted rain starts I reach the shelter. And oh boy... It was worth every extra step I've done today. Lovely location with unobstructed views and access to the lake. While dinner is in the making, I have a quick dip in the lake. A pleasure after sweating like a bull throughout the day. 

A common view today
A common view today
Another nice ride
Another nice ride
Stepping in the only mud hole on the whole trail today...
Stepping in the only mud hole on the whole trail today...
Off to Utah anyone?
Off to Utah anyone?
Old cow grazing site
Old cow grazing site
Hello there
Hello there
A lake!
A lake!
Some neat little holiday homes
Some neat little holiday homes
My sleeping place: Brasjön vindskydd
My sleeping place: Brasjön vindskydd
My stove going crazy for the photo
My stove going crazy for the photo
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Day 69: Another Day To Forget

Sundetkojan to Södra Garberg 

Distance: 50km

A mediocre day from morning to evening. Really. I don't even know what to write. Early start again. It's foggy, mystical but cold until the sun starts finding its way through the pine trees.
I pass by a group of 5 or 6 south easters Asian looking men, camping out in the forest. They don't seem to do it for the fun of it. But rather because there might be no other place for them to stay.

This shows me how incredibly privileged I am. I choose to do the hiking, to live the simple lifestyle on the trail, to camp in the forest because I want to, not because I have to. Always with the reassuring feeling of knowing that my salary gets wired to my bank account every 23rd of the month. Even when I am not at work.

I keep thinking about these people for a while. There's not much else to do. The trail is a racetrack (it really is as they do bicycle races and long distance running races on this tail from Mora to Sälen). Every couple of kilometers there is a water refill station, free internet and benches. Hiking made ease.
It all changes after 30 kilometers. It's 11:00 when I leave Vasaloppsleden and make a right turn onto Siljansleden. Much rougher from the beginning. To be honest I enjoy it less and less the longer I hike it. Especially the descent from a surprisingly picturesque N Garberg on the completely overgrown trail is lowering my hiking spirit. I short cut once (on a marked snowmobile track, which turns out to be a pleasant walk and saves me 2 kilometers) and use forestry tracks wherever possible. Tomorrow's gonna be the same I assume. So I rather not aim for a too ambitious number of kilometers tomorrow. After two long days it's time to slow down a bit anyway.

On a positive note: I reached the Södra Garberg Raststuga. 
It is borderline to unacceptable though . No water close by, thousands of (winged, male?) ants are in there. Crawling around and what looks like slowly dying. They don't bite, still not something I can really use tonight. 
I will spend the night here anyway, as there's literally nowhere else to camp within miles. No river, no lake just trees. Millions of trees.

On another positive note (so today's diary is not tooooo negative): the weather has been amazing once more. And I am enjoying it as long as it is prevailing. 

Mystical morning
Mystical morning
Breakfast
Breakfast
Plenty of little villages along the first 30 kilometers
Plenty of little villages along the first 30 kilometers
A church
A church
Back and neck massage for the tired hikers
Back and neck massage for the tired hikers
Nice car
Nice car
Unfortunately, I didn't find the honey pot
Unfortunately, I didn't find the honey pot
New Zealand has the bridge to nowhere, Sweden the road to nowhere
New Zealand has the bridge to nowhere, Sweden the road to nowhere
Thunderstorm in the making
Thunderstorm in the making
My Hut for tonight
My Hut for tonight
My company for tonight. I preferred yesterday's view
My company for tonight. I preferred yesterday's view
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Day 68: Electrifying

Sälen (Vindfallen) to Sundetkojan

Distance: 50km

After taking it (too) easy the last few days, my restless feet want to be unleashed again. Before five, I leave my cozy cabin.
A bit of road bash along a quiet highway takes me to Sälen, where I join the Vasaloppsleden. Overall, a pleasant mix of forestry roads and forest tracks. Some of them boardwalked (I actually quite like these boardwalks as I feel like floating above the ground), some rocky bits but mostly pure, soft forest soil. Pleasant and easy to walk.
I'm thinking big today. About me, skirting around Göteborg in a few weeks, the beach walk in Denmark next year and my arrival in Switzerland. Of course, I need to think big when I plan my big hikes. However, while hiking, thinking too far ahead is usually not a wise thing. It makes me feel small, the goal unachievable when I walk with my 4 kilometers an hour.

Anyway, I pass some little villages and some ancient mills (not George ;). The day goes by fairly unspectacularly. Until some towering cumulus clouds bring in some spice when they turn into full grown cumulu-nimbus clouds. And I am headed right for them. Luckily, the lightning seem to be within the cloud. Still, the thunder directly above me is impressive. It's a constant rumble. I keep on pressing, aiming for my hut. Shortly before reaching it, fat, lazy raindrops start plunging down. I'm astonished it took them so long. Now... should I change into rain gear or continue in my sunshine outfit? I go for the latter and with a sprint I make it reasonably dry to the hut. Spectacularly located on a lake.

While it's pouring down outside, I unpack and get my food ready. 50 kilometers make me hungry... Before eating and changing I quickly jump into the inviting lake. Surprisingly warm but I retain from swimming out. Would be a shame to get struck by a lightning with dinner already cooking. 

After finishing my big pot of pasta, I play 3 rounds of Yatze with my young German hut mate (and stand no chance). While playing weather improves greatly. In fact the weather and the glittering lake look so inviting that I finish a lovely day with a sunset swim. 

Forest walking
Forest walking
Yummy!
Yummy!
Old mill
Old mill
More yummy!
More yummy!
Easy progress
Easy progress
Boardwalk into the thunderstorm
Boardwalk into the thunderstorm
Something different than forest
Something different than forest
Sundetkojan
Sundetkojan
Room with a lovely view
Room with a lovely view
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Day 67: Zero Day Sälen

Sleeping in, relaxing, eating, fixing one of my sandal's sole and a tent pole and buying food for my next 6 days stretch to Mockfjärd. So just the usual stuff I do on a Zero Day. 


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Day 66: Mission Cashless Laundry

Östfjällsstugan to Sälen Lindvallen

Distance: 8km

A very short day. After a quick swim in the lake I make my way down towards Sälen. Initially a wide gravel path followed by a tar sealed path. It's, since resuming in Skorovas, my first dry feet day!

The skiing village (or mountain biking villige in summer as it looks) is extremely spread out. My small airbnb however is conveniently located close to a supermarket. Before shopping though I absolutely have to do my laundry. Especially after these hot few days a couple of days ago, my clothes are in a really bad shape. Even for me, walking in them, was uncomfortable.

This town is a cash less town. So only credit card or a Swedish pay app accepted. For the laundry I'd need to download yet another app to pay and start my laundry. As I am not Swedish and have no Swedish bank account, I can't use the app. It's a tiring back and forth with the reception of the shopping center (where the laundry is located) until I finally have my clothes washed. Took me longer get the machine started than the washing itself. Making things unnecessary complicated...

The rest of the day is relaxing, cooking, a bit of sauna and catching up with friends and family. 

Relaxing, reading, taking it easy
Relaxing, reading, taking it easy
Path to civilization
Path to civilization
Sälen Lindvallen
Sälen Lindvallen
Laundry finally in progress
Laundry finally in progress
Some fresh food for a change
Some fresh food for a change
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Day 65: One Last Day Above The Tree Line

Granfjellssätern to Östfjällsstugan 
Distance: 20km

The title says it all. Today, and for a few meters tomorrow (but I do not count that ;), E1 will be taking me above the tree line. Soaking up the sweeping views one last time. Looking towards the south - east over the vast Scandinavian pine forest - forest, where I will spend most of my remaining weeks in Scandinavia in. So I take my time today, take it slowly, don't want to rush out of the mountains.

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. 

Low clouds hanging around the slop3
Low clouds hanging around the slop3
Passing a little tarn
Passing a little tarn
And a small stream
And a small stream
Soaking up the views. I won't have them anymore.
Soaking up the views. I won't have them anymore.
The lakes are getting rarer the more south I get
The lakes are getting rarer the more south I get
Another nice rest hut
Another nice rest hut
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Day 64: Up, Down, Up, Down And Up

Tangasdal to Granfjellssätern 

Distance: 30km

Somehow I am glad I didn't end up in the first, locked hut. On the one hand I have a great evening with the French guys with good talks and marshmallows over the fire, on the other hand it would make today a somewhat easy hike.
Yet, I start early. Bad weather is expected for the afternoon. A good trail takes me out of the valley and 10 kilometers later down again into the same one. After a bit of road it's up and down over a small pass again, mostly through pine forest over dry ground. Over a wide river with an impressive foot bridge and some wetlands I tackle the last climb. It's a surprisingly rough, muddy trail, especially as I get closer to the hut. As it's only early afternoon, I don't mind the slow progress. Anyway, I am happy to spot the tiny little hut. More a shelter for emergencirs than anything else. After yesterday's long hike and today's up and down, my legs are tired.

They will have time to recover though. Tomorrow will be a late start as I have two days to cover 30 kilometers. And the 3rd day will be a zero day. Via airbnb I rented a cabin. Located on the trail and private sauna included :) 
Am I becoming a couch potato? Maybe so temporarily. However, I want to give my body some easy days so I can crush the kilometers again well rested on my next leg. 

Early birds usually...
Early birds usually...
... Catch the worm or in this case, a wonderful sunrise
... Catch the worm or in this case, a wonderful sunrise
A look towards Norway
A look towards Norway
But I am descending towards the east
But I am descending towards the east
Blueberries everywhere. Also rather fat ones!
Blueberries everywhere. Also rather fat ones!
Finally a more trustworthy looking bri3
Finally a more trustworthy looking bri3
Shitty trail shortly before arriving at...
Shitty trail shortly before arriving at...
... My hut
... My hut
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Day 63: Closed Hut, Long Day

Id-Persätern Tangasdal

Distance: 48km

Long day, I will keep it short and sweet. 

The day starts as it finished. Walking in the forest. However, it's more wetlands (they called it myr) this time, which look mystical in the early morning fog.
I'm feeling okay. Not great, not bad either. On the somewhat neglected, overgrown trail, I make progress but my feet feel stiff and somewhat rusty. After passing Gördalen, a short but juicy climb takes me up and into Fulufjällets National Park. It's rocky terrain again, my feet and ankles are protesting but I ignore them. Well, I go slowly. No need to hurry. I plan on staying in a hut, roughly 38 kilometers from Id-Persätern. So a comparably short hike.
Despite the bumpy trail, the views on this high plain are lovely. And I am not the only one. The park is actually rarher busy.

Anyway, slowly but surely I make it to my designated hut. It's wonderfully located above a lake. I can't wait to cook my dinner. Once at the door, I want to open it. Nothing happens. Locked! I try once again. Nothing. I'm surprised. The website says it should be open. 
Shit happens. And this is rather harmless shit compared to other things happening on the trail. 
The weather is good so camping is definitely a possibility. It's windy though. Too windy. So I decide to continue just a bit. During this little bit, the trail improves significantly. Soft, grassy, wonderful! You might not believe me but this trail is actually relaxing my tense muscles. So yi keep going. Flying I should rather say. 10 kilometers in just a bit over 2 hours have passed when I arrive at the next hut. It's open! But full! Oh well, I make myself comfortable outside. The three Frenchmen, who are there, are great company. They have a fire going, cooking their food. Canned spaghetti. And I always thought French are gourmets.

Misty morning
Misty morning
Very wet trail
Very wet trail
Flat...
Flat...
... But it's getting rockier
... But it's getting rockier
Not a trail I particularly like. Too many stones.
Not a trail I particularly like. Too many stones.
Amazing view from the locked hut
Amazing view from the locked hut
Frenchmen at work. Cooking their canned pasta.
Frenchmen at work. Cooking their canned pasta.
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Day 62: Let's Talk About... Food!

Stupsjön to Id-Persätern

Distance: 40km

To beat the mosquitoes, I'm on my way by 05:15. It's another cold morning but the rising sun is warming me up quickly. The first roughly 10 kilometers are forestry roads, the remaining 30 kilometers are on a hiking trail. Again through forest and wetlands with very limited views. It's fairly easy going, well marked, clear path. 30 kilometers on the same trail is a long time though. Time is passing slowly (and this is only a taste how the landscape will look like further south... ) I kill the time by randomly trying to name all US-States. I think I got around 30 out of... Good question. Around 50?

Anyway, eventually I make it to my sleeping place at Id-Persätern. Lovely old shelter and perfect for the night.

There's not much more to tell so let's talk about food. Food - one of the most important things on a hike. You burn a lot of calories, you need to eat lot of them. If you run out of food, you run into trouble. Simple facts.

To avoid running out, I usually always carry one or two extra days worth of food. Be it because I am slower than planned or I have to sit out bad weather. For this 275 Kilometer-stretch I have food for 8 days. For each day one bag. Dinner is straight forward: usually 250 grams of pasta with fried onion. I'm not picky here.

I never eat breakfast as I am an early bird when it comes to hiking. Usually I have a first break after 2 to 3 hours where I start opening my food bag. It weights roughly 750 grams containing mostly peanuts and raisins (I don't really like it so I don't eat it too quickly). Then comes the delicious stuff, which I hide beneath the peanuts and raisins and varies from one time to the other (depending on what I find in the store). For these 7 days it's 100 grams of chocolate, 1 Müsli bar, 1 Norwegian Version of KitKat, 6 cockies, licorice and some dried fruits.
This is going to be all I get until dinner. If I run out, too bad. Only when I get closer to resupply again, I start to splurge a bit, eating through my reserves. However, mostly just the good stuff like chocolate and cookies ;) 

Lots of forest walking today
Lots of forest walking today
Passing a few tarns
Passing a few tarns
And rivers
And rivers
Only for a couple of hundred meters I'm above the tree line
Only for a couple of hundred meters I'm above the tree line
My trail food for a day
My trail food for a day
Today's selection
Today's selection
And dinner: pasta with fried onion
And dinner: pasta with fried onion
And my sleeping place
And my sleeping place
Quite nice, isn't it?
Quite nice, isn't it?
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Day 61: The 2nd Milestone

Revlingsjoane to Stupsjön

Distance: 45km

Even though I pitched my tent, without thinking to much, on the first suitable spot yesterday, I notice this morning that I pitched it on a strategically good spot. The first sun rays hit my tent at 05:35. Highly appreciated as it's a crisp morning. My outer tent is actually covered in ice.

After yesterday's rocky nightmare, I'm scared it might be the same again today. But no! It's much smoother going. Proper hiking trails with, thanks to the gorgeous weather, spectacular views. I'm flying towards the border - extremely happy that I can leave Norway on such a lovely trail. Leaving Norway: after hiking 60 days through this amazing country (with a quick detour through Finland and north Sweden) it is, for me, quite a big milestone. In fact, after crossing the polar circle, the second milestone on this trip. I need this milestones. They are "proof" for me I am making progress. 
On the Araroa for example, these milestones were Auckland, finishing the North Island and then Queenstown. 

So it's bye Norway and hello Sweden. Not much changes though. The trail markings change from dark red to orange. A welcome change as I had trouble with finding the dark red markings when facing the sun. Which is often the case, when heading southbound (on the northern hemos3at least). The area around the border (Swedish side) is busy with dozens of cloud berry pickers. There really are a lot of berries here. 

It gets quieter quickly and soon I am in the forest, all by myself. Eventually I join a forestry road and after 45km pitch my tent on the road side. The like I was aiming for unfortunately has no access. Still, while my spot is not necessarily romantic, it has all I need. It's flat, it's shelter, it has water... and unfortunately mosquitoes. 

Golden morning light
Golden morning light
Peaceful lake
Peaceful lake
My feet after yesterday's hard day. They look worse than they feel.
My feet after yesterday's hard day. They look worse than they feel.
Following the E1 signs
Following the E1 signs
Lovely trail, great views
Lovely trail, great views
Small, unnamed river
Small, unnamed river
Border crossing!
Border crossing!
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Day 60: A Sign!

Langtjonnbua to Revlingsjoane

Distance: 45km

I sleep like a baby, a weird dream but I wake up completely regenerated and relaxed.

Well, the energy flies away quickly on the rock littered trail. Going is mostly hard, even brutal at times. It's a constant fight, keeping my head down all the time. Tripping hazard: extreme.
Completely exhausted and with my ankles glowing, I make it to my camping spot (there isn't anything suitable for a long time). After 14 hours of fighting.

But... It's not all bad today. Guess what: I spotted an E1 sign earlier today. This made me actually so happy! The first sign since, hmmm, the region Kautokeino up in Finnmark. Great to see I am on the right track.

To be honest: there are some lovely stretches and views as well. A lake with white sand beaches. As unexpected as you can imagine. Out there in the Norwegian mountains. It's windy at time so I only stop briefly.
Langeggtjonna is another lovely lake I'm passing today. The trail leads along a narrow ridge with water on both sides. Unique as well.
Then there is the part after Rovollen. A completely straight, 6km trail leading up a ridge. The interesting landscape makes it feel like I'm walking on a different planet.
Last but not least, my camping spot is top notch once more with amazing views. That alone is worth the effort. 

Yes, I made good progress. However, I think it was a bit too much today. Especially because of the difficult terrain. And tomorrow, looking at the landscape ahead, won't be much different. Let's worry about that tomorrow.

Now it's time to enjoy my last night in Norway. Sweden here l come! 

What a crappy start into my hiking day
What a crappy start into my hiking day
Not getting much better
Not getting much better
Oh! An E1 sign!
Oh! An E1 sign!
Oh! An E1 sign!
Oh! An E1 sign!
Now that's an amazing beach
Now that's an amazing beach
A great stretch of trail for a change
A great stretch of trail for a change
Camping spot with a view
Camping spot with a view
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Day 59: Shop'n'Hike

Roros to Langtjonnbua

Distance: 35km

Sightseeing and shopping day! 
I need to wear my best, cleanest, least smelliest clothes. Which means wearing the clothes I use to sleep. Meaning I don't have to get charged in the morning. Sweet! 

Just before seven, I slowly walk into downtown Roros. Setting course to the train station once again. Same procedure as yesterday. Even with internet this time. As I still have to wait for the shops to open, I use my waiting time wisely. Planning my next 8 day stage to Sweden, calling home and getting an update on what's happening on this world. Time passes by quickly and soon I am off for my resupply. Not something I especially love but something super important. Shopping and repacking takes roughly 2 hours, another hour goes by writing postcards. 

It's nearly noon, when I finally leave town, doing a bit of tiki touring on the way out. With the preserved mines and houses, the town looks like a open air museum. In my opinion exceptionally well done. 

I overate. My belly about to burst as I'm climbing the first hill. A short break, releasing pressure and changing from my pijam... eh clean, acceptable clothes back to my hiking clothes helps and I start enjoying the hike. Beautiful views from the hilltops, easy going most of the way. Yet, it is a lot of up and down and I feel the heavy backpack. Initially, I thought I might hike for two or three hours. After the slow progress the last two days I feel unleashed and keep on pushing. 10 kilometers, 20 kilometers, still going strong. At this point I realize I can make it to a Statskog hut. So I push on for another 15 kilometers. But I start feeling every muscle on my body. Luckily, the last couple of kilometers are easy going (except for the last rocky one, which is a pain in the ass, as the last kilometer is always the hardest anyway).

20:30 I spot the hut. Admiring the wonderful location right by the lake, makes me happy that I pushed so much today. In fact, I didn't take a break for 30 kilometers straight. Hopefully this won't bite me back tomorrow. 

I wasn't intending to make a fire. Looking at the rubbish loaded oven makes me change my mind though. Time to burn that shit in there. Some people are just inconsiderate pigs. Especially those throwing in plastic and aluminum. Anyway, the fire warms up the place and is cooking my pasta. Always see the bright side of things! 

Speaking of bright things:
At this point, as I'm about to leave Norway, I think it's time to thank all the Norwegians I met and who assisted me on my hike. Wonderful people, who made my hike through their country so special. Be it the sauna in Umbukta I could sleep in, the introduction to liquid potato and fishing or the possibility to sleep in a little airfield's tower. Just to name a few.
I'm very grateful for these experiences. And looking back on them gives me motivation when I need it. 

I hope I'm lucky to make similar experiences in Sweden. But as always, I never take them for granted but rather as an unexpected surprise. 

Train station again...
Train station again...
On their way
On their way
Reluctant dog in downtown Roros
Reluctant dog in downtown Roros
Old mines
Old mines
Nicely preserved
Nicely preserved
Last ice cream for the next 7 to 8 days
Last ice cream for the next 7 to 8 days
Well behaved cows walking on the side of the road
Well behaved cows walking on the side of the road
Last look back at Roros
Last look back at Roros
Hello beautiful scenery
Hello beautiful scenery
Step by step
Step by step
Descending towards my overnight spot
Descending towards my overnight spot
Getting closer
Getting closer
Lovely forest tracks
Lovely forest tracks
Here we are: Langtjonnbua
Here we are: Langtjonnbua
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Day 58: Holy Mountain

Stormolinga to Sjobakken (Roros) 

Distance: 20km

Yesterday evening, when I did some more dolce far niente, I felt extremely happy. Happy to be on the trail, having everything I need in my backpack. Living day by day, living the simple life. All the trouble and daily bull shit far away.

Well, this morning looks a bit different. I pack my soaked tent, my hands freezing. It's drizzling when I leave for my short hiking day. The cold is going all the way into my bones and I would kill to be in a sauna at this very moment. Obviously that ain't gonna happen, out here in the middle of nowhere. Step by step I get closer to Glåmos, a little town with a church, a supermarket, a school and train station - and that's where I am aiming for. Not to take a train (which, considering the weather would be tempting) but I gamble that there would be a heated waiting room. And indeed there is one. It's nearly as warm as a sauna. Not bad at all. After I feel reasonably comfortable, I head out again. Destination Roros or close to it. Only 12 kilometers to go. I take it slowly, make a detour up a small hill. Many cars are parked up there in front of what looks like, because of a big cross hanging on the wall, a church. I sit on the lee side, having something to ear while looking down at Roros. Shortly afterwards, I'm approached by an older man, offering me to come inside for coffee and cake followed by a service. While I can't really be bothered with religion, I agree anyway. I've got plenty of time, it's something different and unexpected and it's inside, meaning it's warm.
The chat with the guy and some other people sitting on the table is lovely. It's a wonderful company to have cake and coffee with. I learn the building used to be a surveillance station for the NATO before it was turned into a church. 
Then comes the Lutheran service. I don't understand a word but the atmosphere seems relaxed. The view outside is spectacular. Only 6 people are attending and after 30 minutes it's already over. So quick. I wish the service was so short and easy going as this one when I was a kid. 

I make my way down towards Roros, looking for a place to camp right in front of town. Easy. Plenty of suitable, dry spots. People passing by more or less ignore me. Probably I'm not the first one tenting here. 

Hydropower station. One of many.
Hydropower station. One of many.
Glåmos Station
Glåmos Station
On the way towards Roros
On the way towards Roros
Church and ex NATO station
Church and ex NATO station
Camping right on the edge of town
Camping right on the edge of town
Oh yeah, and happy birthday Switzerland! I know, the flag is not square and the chocolate not Swiss. But at least I didn't forget ;)
Oh yeah, and happy birthday Switzerland! I know, the flag is not square and the chocolate not Swiss. But at least I didn't forget ;)
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Day 57: Lazy Saturday

Litlvola to Stormolinga

Distance: 30 kilometers 


No wind, no river, no birds. The night is eerily quiet, the sleep quite okay.


As mentioned yesterday: I'm in no rush at all. If I cover 30 kilometers today, that's more than enough. So it's a lazy start into my hiking day, following up nice trail towards Kjolihytta. Dispite being overcast, the visibility is good enough to enjoy the view. Ahead and slightly to the left I can spot Storskarven, where I am to pass by in a couple of hours.


Yesterday, while going through the trail notes, I discovered that there will be another unmarked route today! The E1 GPX track, which floats around the internet and which I use as guideline, deviates from the trail note, makes a far, unnecessary detour. So I entered some reference points from the trail note myself, making way finding easier.


Even without my entered markers, I find my way easily. You can't go wrong. Follow a lake, skirt around a mountain and then through a gap between two other mountains. Easy. Especially with the now magnificent views and even some sunshine. 

Terrain is a bit rough in the beginning but pretty smooth on the way down, from where I follow a dirt track to a gravel road. 15:00 and 30 kilometers done. I pitch my tent right next to the road, spending the afternoon with reading and planning - dolce far niente. 


No use in going any further. Tomorrow's distance will hardly be 20 kilometers. Mostly on roads. Quick thing.


A short outlook: Monday morning I will head into Roros, do a little bit of sightseeing (I was told it's a pretty little mining town), shopping, charging batteries, then hike some more, maybe 15 kilometers out of town. My backpack will be heavy as I will carry 8 to 9 days of food - hopefully be enough for the 270 kilometers to Sälen. I won't be carrying y too much extra food this time. Should I run out of food, roads are never too far away, from where I could hitch towards food. 




Many disused mines in this part of Norway
Many disused mines in this part of Norway
This one makes it into my top ten of "Norway's most miserable bridges"
This one makes it into my top ten of "Norway's most miserable bridges"
Dam crossing
Dam crossing
Some sun while finding my way through the Norwegian mountains
Some sun while finding my way through the Norwegian mountains
Looking towards the south
Looking towards the south
Reaching the highest point of today (approximately 1100m)
Reaching the highest point of today (approximately 1100m)
Happy camping
Happy camping
Blue line represents the wrong or pointless "official" E1 track. I added my own points according to the trail notes as it was often the case during the last couple of days.
Blue line represents the wrong or pointless "official" E1 track. I added my own points according to the trail notes as it was often the case during the last couple of days.
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Day 56: Temperature Shock

Fiskahogda to Litlvola

Distance: 45km


Thick fog is engulfing the hut when I head out to take my morning leak, careful not to let the hut get out of sight. That would be a shitty start into the day if I would not find back.

While out there I notice that it's considerably colder than yesterday. A typical autumn morning. After yesterday's long, fast hike I feel a bit rusty and my motivation to leave the hut is not what I would call high. Anyway, eventually I make it out of the hut. As the hut is about 2 kilometers off trail and I want to short cut back to it, I decide to go off trail. Terrain is easy but navigation with basically zero visibility is tricky. Mr GPS saves the day again. After a few hundred meters I join a reindeer fence I follow and which takes me back to the original, mostly boardwalked trail. At the end of that track, I pass a massive hut complex, before hitting the road to Stugudal. It's a miserable walk. Wind, fog, cold. Simply miserable and I can't wait for it to end. I left my gloves deep down in my backpack too. I could punch myself for doing that. I should  know better. 


12 kilometers later, I finally arrive in Stugudal. I head into the supermarket. Not mainly to buy something but rather to warm up. 20 degrees colder within one day. My body got definitely taken off guard. 


The warm up helped and an hour later I am on the road again, which I am happy to leave after 4 kilometers as traffic gets heavier. From there it's a short (but steep) climb to Litlvola. The first time I'm not cold. It took a while. It's already 16:00 and after the previous long day I decide to call it a day. No need to rush anyway. It's only 60 kilometers to Roros. Too much for one day, but easy to hike in two days. 

Speaking of Roros, there's hardly any accommodation left when I checked a couple of minutes ago. At least nothing affordable. I know, chances are subzero. However I try anyway: if there is, by any chance, a Roros person reading this blog, would you have 4 square meters of your lawn to spare for my tent? 😂 It would be highly appreciated! 



Challenging navigation
Challenging navigation
Following the fence
Following the fence
Boardwalk into the unknown
Boardwalk into the unknown
A look back to Stugudal
A look back to Stugudal
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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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Day 54: Norwegians Rock

Ferslia to Oian Airfield 

Distance: 35km


I didn't end up meeting my friends yesterday. So I pitched my tent high above a tranquil river. 

However, they'd envited me for lunch today. 
So the plan looks like this: walk to the cabin, having a loooong brunch break there and then continue towards Meraker for resupply. I deviate from the official E1 trail, which would circumnavigate Meraker to the east. Less road walk, definitely, but no possibility for a resupply. Again, E1 seems to avoid civilization like the pest. 

As it is only 8km from my camp spot at Sulaa River to Olav's cabin, I make a (for me) lazy start into the day. Just before 06:00 I am on my way. 
Initially along ATV tracks, I soon join a gravel road leading me to the cabin, beautifully located at Feren lake. I have some time left, which I use to take care of my feet and read a bit. 

Olav unfortunately couldn't make it, however, his working colleague Vidar dropped by. Together we enjoyed a delicious late breakfast with amazing views of the lake. After two hours it's time to say goodbye. It was lovely seeing him again and sharing memories when we met at Namsvatnet. 


From the cabin to Meraker it is a 17 kilometers road walk. Not much to talk about. I cruise at a constant 11 minutes per kilometer (Norway roads often have a marker every kilometer) without taking any break. Only a short stop when I have a chat with a camper, who only speaks Norwegian. Still, we somehow understand each other. 

Therefore, I rather have a look back. One week on the trail. It feels like I never left E1.

The last days have been mentally and physically challenging. Especially in the beginning, when my backpack was heavy, the terrain steep and unpredictable and the weather unfavorable. It all improved over the last few days and I'm delighted to be back hiking - hiking mostly on unmarked terrain without any visible path or footsteps to follow. Not something I've done that often, hence many things which I discovered:

Plan more time
Navigation uses time. Be it with GPS or map. Expect detours and backtracking if the route you choose is not smart. 

The terrain is your friend and not your enemy 
In the beginning, I tried to walk a straight line, disregarding the terrain. Make your life easier by reading the terrain correctly, make use of geological features like a long, flat ridge to follow. Even if it adds a kilometer. 

Avoid scrubs and forest
If I had to bash my way through them it always ended with me swearing. Going around was better for my nerves and heart. 

Have a backup 
I admit it:  without GPS I would have been lost. Completely. Knowing that I have a backup in my backpack, gave me piece of mind. 

Factor in the weather 
Bad weather made navigating much harder as there are no distant references available. 

Expect to be the only one 
During my off trail hiking, I haven't seen anyone. Also elswere I was usually the one. One hiker, one cloudbery picker and two farmers were all I met (not counting the two quiet soldiers). 

Looking back, I enjoyed off trail walking. A completely different experience. Despite or maybe exactly because the challenges, which come with it. 

Back to today: with shopping done (I felt sorry for my fellow shoppers, as I was sweating. Even though I took a rinse in the lake earlier today. It's just useless when it's so hot), I continue my road walk. I have no plan where I would stay. Walk until I find a suitable spot. 
It's around six, when I spot a wind sock and what looks like runway markings. Out there, in the middle of nowhere. As someone with kerosene in my blood, I have to check it out. So I walk up the driveway. A very nice guy (who turns out to be the owner of the airport), tells me a bit about the airfield and invites me to stay in the "Tower Flat" Even though I initially debate a bit whether I should continue, I quickly know that I can't refuse such a once in a lifetime offer. 

All these helpful Norwegians like Vidar or now this guy. Full of hospitality. They are really the one's who make my journey so exciting. 

Killing time while walking the road
Killing time while walking the road
Feren Lake
Feren Lake
The book is pretty good so far
The book is pretty good so far
Reunion with Vidar. Food cooking!
Reunion with Vidar. Food cooking!
A must have. No trumpet this time.
A must have. No trumpet this time.
Oian Airport
Oian Airport
"My" "Tower"
"My" "Tower"
Looking familiar
Looking familiar
What a place to spend the night!
What a place to spend the night!
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Day 53: Early Bird

Bustadtjonna to Ferslia

Distance: 30km

Another stinking hot night, another early rise. My plan: Leaving well before sunrise to beat the heat. It's 03:33 when I leave my lovely campspot. The sky behind me is burning. Gosh, how I love these endless Scandinavian dawns. It's a pleasant 5kn walk to the road, which I then follow for half an hour.

It's just shy of six, when I suddenly stand in front of a military road block (I am only a few 100 meters away from the Swedish border, on the road coming from Are. A famous skiing town in Sweden.
The soldiers, sitting in front of the fire, seem to be as surprised as I am, and don't even return my greetings. Or maybe they just can't be bothered as their night shift is about to end.

Soon afterwards, I turn left and leave the road again. The sign says 29km to Ferlia. According to the trail notes it's rather 23km. Doesn't matter too much, as I still got the whole day ahead of me.
While the beginning on a overgrown, muddy trail is hard going, its character eventually changes completely. Dryer, rockier, steeper. Reminding me a bit of the landscape between Sulitjelma until just before Borgefjell. The nice trail and views are helpful to keep my hiking spirit up. And I can need it. High temperatures and tired legs makes progess difficult. Well to be fair, even though it's only 13:00, thanks to my early start, I walked for 9.5 hours or nearly 30km.

I'm sitting in the shadow, on a lovely rocky river Bank, writing these lines. Roughly 3km from Ferslia. Currently, I'm not sure yet, wheter to set camp here, or continue to Ferslia. It depends, if the guys I met in Borgefjell last year have time to meet up, then I will continue. They live close and we would meet at their cabin. Since they are busy, they won't know until short notice. I'm in no rush either. I enjoy the river until I hear from them. And you will here from me tomorrow, where I ended up staying. 

Good morning!
Good morning!
Sky on fire
Sky on fire
Sunrise at 04:30
Sunrise at 04:30
Road block ahead
Road block ahead
Nice trail
Nice trail
Hi there
Hi there
Great views towards Feren
Great views towards Feren
Stone bench
Stone bench
Me on a mission
Me on a mission
Arrived at my destination
Arrived at my destination
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Day 52: Swim And Hike

Skjaekervatnet to Bustadtjonna

Distance: 40km


The thunderstorm remained well south. So no problem there. It was a hot night though, without much sleep. At 04:00 I start packing, while the red sun is rising behind the mountains. Being so far north, sunrise and sunset take much longer than close to the equator. By the time the sun is fully up, I'm ready to hit the trail. What should I say? It is along marked trails, but still tough going. Not only wet, but also increasingly muddy. Some randomly placed boardwalks drastically improve the overall hiking experience. They vanish as unexpectedly as they appeard out of nowhere. 


As the day goes by, temperatures get uncomfortably high. I'd estimate them to be just shy of 30 degrees Celsius. Luckily there are plenty of lakes and more than once I have a quick swim. Such a fantastic way to beat the heat. Also the constantly wet feet help to cool down. 


It's been a long day on the trail. My legs are aching from the difficult terrain. Therefore, I am more than relieved when my intended camp spot is no swamp. In fact it's a sweet little spot overlooking the lake. A great treat after a exhausting day hiking. 

Mirror Lake
Mirror Lake
And the bridge over it
And the bridge over it
Another interesting bridge
Another interesting bridge
Boardwalk over myr (as the swamp is called here)
Boardwalk over myr (as the swamp is called here)