Didzis Krumins

The Pårtestugan hut sits on a picturesque peninsula, so small you can see the lake on all three sides at once. Early morning, Matt's already up, chopping wood. While camp visitors usually handle tasks like collecting firewood and water, he seems to relish being involved in everything. Sensing

The day starts calmly, the weather now clear, yet a certain restlessness stirs within. I've sensed the proximity of our destination, sparking odd feelings. How could this journey be nearing its end? Nevertheless, someone always plans way points, marking both the start and the finish, ensuring our return

Rain drumming on the tent wakes me up. But it's not that; my initial reaction is the sensation of dampness all around. Stepping outside, I calm down—it's snow, yet the reason for its loud sound eludes me. The dogs are resting playfully, despite covering about

When I wake up, there's already a lot of activity, even though it's still quite early. The young ones are already on their way, heading in the opposite direction, while the camp host has already strapped on her skis and is gliding around the campsite. Elizabeth

"I'm out of Alesjaure, only around 11 in the morning. Better safe than sorry. Such journeys teach one to pay closer attention to each step, each connection, and each decision. Overconfidence leads to mistakes and in the wilderness, errors aren't so easy to fix. This