As you may have noticed, there were no posts the last few days. This is simply because I didn’t have the connection to be able to do that. It’s a bit unpredictable when I do or don’t have reception. But I want you to know that when there are no posts, that’s why. If something should happen to me, I have an emergency transmitter that can call for help. Just so you don’t have to worry when the reporting intermittently

stops.

Today I have a connection again.

I’m sure it has something to do with the air pressure. This morning I woke up with a headache and felt heavy as a rock. I don’t think it was because I had walked so far the day before. It didn’t feel like that in my body. It felt just like I had two bags of cement on my back. I got going late and dragged myself along.

Now it so happens that I have gained some local knowledge, thanks to my dear trail angel Knut. He had told me about a cabin that was private and used during the hunting season, but could be used by hikers and other outdoor enthusiasts the rest of the time. With rain forecast for the afternoon and the rest of the day and evening, I had decided to get there before the rain started. Luckily, I had walked so far the day before that I could make it despite feeling like I was wading through treacle all day.

No sooner had I arrived than the rain started and I was in the dry, listening to the rain drumming on the roof and the wind howling around the cabin. I immediately took a nap and felt a hundred times better afterwards. Then I lit the fire and the warmth spread throughout the cabin.

Imagine that a private hunting club that builds a cabin to be able to take a break in the warmth while hunting, makes it available to the public without having to worry about it being vandalised. That’s just not how it’s done here. Not as a rule, anyway. I love Sweden for that.