Day 26: Where Am I?

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.

Day 25: Up And Over

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.

Day 24: Into The Cosmic Mountains

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).

Day 23: Are You A Potential Moose?

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.

Day 22: Why (Part Two)

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…

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