Am I really in the Arctic in February? I ask myself as I clamber from my tent once more. I’ve been wild‐camping for several days and have noticed that I’m emitting an increasingly blood‐curdling reek. Unsurprising — it’s been almost a week since I last took off my long‐sleeved baselayer.
Monthly Archives: February 2011
An unusual weather window opens up just as I am due to cross the mountain pass back to Norway: it’s just below zero, and things are noticeably slushy. My routine disintegrates as things which should be frozen — food, camping gear, clothes — begin to drip and defrost.
Stunning sunrises are easily‐available things, really, but how often do we choose to stand and drink in that life‐affirming sight? Not often enough, I suspect. I know I don’t — I’m usually either still asleep (summer) or doing something supposedly more important (winter).
I’m riding happily along when along comes a turn‐off to my left. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. And so, after many days of ignoring the side‐roads, I check over my shoulder and pull off the E45 for what I hope is the last time.
Sören drops me off where I’d left my bike. It’s almost eight in the morning, sunlight seeping into the sky. It’s -29°C, so I waste no time in getting going — I can’t afford to stand around. The first few minutes bring an uncomfortable chill to my extremities, but I…