Didzis Krumins

I woke up early, attempting to push the doors, now snow-covered and blown shut. The wind feels colder today, and the pathways around the cabin are blanketed in snow. We'll have to dig our way out. Thankfully, there are markers in our direction, aiding our orientation. The dogs

The morning is strikingly clear, a clarity unique to this place. The thermometer shows -20°C, and within the upcoming hours, it's expected to drop another five degrees. The cold transparency sharpens my perception; now and then, I unconsciously find myself seeking reasons to venture outside, be it

The weather is enchanting, sunny, and bright. The air warms up, feeling no colder than minus ten, by my estimation. I cross the lake and proceed further along a picturesque river valley. At one point, tension arises—Tomi snaps at Trond, who's picking up on him. Now, he

We are moving fast over the mountains, well tested with full  strength. Further on, the path goes along small cabin clusters; it's not entirely clear whether they're Sami settlements or simply recreational spots for hunters and fishermen. The next stopping point is Västerfjäll, a fairly remote

I postponed the departure by another day. Packing up brought stress, and I realized it's not a good precondition upon leaving, and will affect team spirit on the trail. Moreover, when gear packing is not 100% checked it can be crucial on the trail when choices are limited.

Working in larger collectives is harder than with a partner or alone. Each has their quirks; tolerance and adaptability are skills that dogs, too, need to learn. As much as I'd like universal instructions on handling situation x, that would be misleading advice. Each dog's character

I have very profound memories of my first experience with a bonfire. I might have been five or six, maybe even less. At that time, I didn't really see myself as an individual but more as a part of the world crafted by my parents. It was a

And will this dream fade away like snow, leaving behind these notes that already form memories, already an interpretation of what actually transpired? Most likely, it will fade, but new moments will emerge. "Would I act the same, or would my choices be similar if human memory didn't exist?"