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The Sun Also Rises

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

He's Leaving Home

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.

Behavioral Training

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

Present Dog

Torvi is the leader, but she doesn't recognize commands yet. Somehow, in training, it hasn't worked out, probably because no dog in the team really reads them and there's no one to learn from. Tomi relies on guesswork, Trond seems to understand, but he&

Eternal Light: From Darkness to Illumination

March When I returned from Riga, I received the news of Skrips' passing. It's a shock, yet it hasn't quite settled in. It's March, and we're packing, preparing to head north. Receiving this news with a calm demeanor, I remind myself

Light my Fire

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

Memories

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?"

Back to Kvikkjokk

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

Skudra's Day

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

Thin Ice

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