Memories Of Adventure Of Nature Travels

June 21, 2022 0 Comments

The tour was a dog sledding adventure in Jämtland, a 7-day hut hike in the beautiful Vålådalen nature reserve in central Sweden. This special tour is not the one we offer anymore, but it gave me a taste of a multi-day dog sled ride on my own sled. I knew when the tour was over that I had really caught the Husky sledge worm and that I would be back as soon as possible.

We sat for a few days in one of the cabins during a snowstorm, spending the time looking through the ice-encrusted windows at the snow driven horizontally by the storm gusts, listening to the howl as the storm whipped the corners of the cabin.

We only went out to go to the heavy toilet (which in itself was an expedition where you had to take a “toilet buddy” to make sure you didn’t get lost in the snowstorm!) and to check on the dogs and feed them, who had comfortably dug themselves into the snow to wait for him, only their noses and ears were visible through the powder.

The next morning the storm had subsided, The air was completely calm and the sky was penetrating blue, the sunlight was bouncing off the snow. We harnessed the dogs, who hardly wanted to leave after their unexpected extra day of rest, and that day we had a long and wonderfully picturesque descent to the hut in Helags. As we were descending with the mountain peaks rising above us, I remember clearly that I was thinking: “I never thought I would make it. If I die tomorrow, I will die like a happy man!”

Of course, I didn’t, and I lived another day to go sledding, and since then I’ve been lucky enough to have a lot of dog sledding adventures. But this feeling of satisfaction and satisfaction from my first tour, I will never forget.

Watch the Northern Lights from a hot tub

As the owner of an outdoor activity business, I probably shouldn’t add such a luxurious and decadent Souvenir to the List-but even outdoor adventurers sometimes appreciate a little comfort!

In fact, it was not during one of our visits, but a few years ago during a trip to Vesterålen, in northern Norway, in search of new products for our portfolio.

We were living in a local Lodge and after checking the Aurora forecast, we were delighted that the prospects for a good presentation that evening seemed promising.

As the sky darkened, we took an evening “aurora borealis walk” to see what we could see, but despite the clear sky, not much seemed to be happening, except for a slight green glow on the horizon.

We went back to dinner and after half of the main course, someone came in from outside and excitedly shouted: “Aurora borealis, aurora borealis!”. We swallowed the rest of our food and went out to take a look at it. Dessert must have been a little after, because we spent the next half hour outside, looking at the alternating green and white curtains as they danced in the sky and said “ooh” and “aah” when the band members brought decent cameras showed us the photos they received.

When the announcement started to fade, we went satisfied and thought we had been very lucky to GET IN to finish our meal and get ready for a session in the wood stove hot tub that was supposed to end the evening.

Hot tubs with a wood-burning stove in winter are, it must be said, absolutely wonderful things. Being gently boiled in a large vat with water, being heated by a blazing fireplace right next to you, sipping an ice cold beer, wearing a woolen cap and looking at the stars while the cold winter air tickles the tip of your nose is a “thing to do before you die” if there ever was one.

But this should not be the highlight of the evening. After about half an hour, talking, laughing and slightly soaked, the sky above us shone with a green glow, with bands of light stretching across the horizon. He just went on and on and on and two hours after we were still in the bathtub and watched the display, pretty well marinated at that time, but I hate to break the spell and go to bed.

Over the years I have been lucky enough to see a number of great northern lights, some of which were significantly stronger than the ones we had that night. But for a pure and magical atmosphere, the Whirlpool show must be the winner.

A ski touring expedition in cold weather

This is one of those memories that is more pleasant in the memory than (at least in part) in the making – something that you come home as absolutely awesome and archived under “life experiences” to appreciate it forever.

It was February 2019 and I tried the Halti route of our northern hinterland ski and light tour in Finnish Lapland, an 8-day ski touring expedition with Pulks and backpacks between wilderness refuges in the Kasijärvi wilderness area in the far north of Finland.

I had already done a few ski hikes from chalet to chalet, but I didn’t use a lot of Pulk. It’s a very difficult tour, and I knew I had to get a little fit before the trip if I didn’t want to shame myself. So, two months before I left, if you live in Dorchester, you might have seen me running around the local park most mornings to exercise with one of those ski training machines on the free outdoor fitness machines.

An hour after the start of the tour, I thanked my lucky stars for having the sense to prepare, but I wish I had done more. The pulp I was dragging seemed to weigh a ton, the cold took my breath away and time and distance seemed to stop.

Another hour and I started having a lot of fun. The scenery was breathtaking, the isolation exhilarating, and now I had warmed up a little, I began to imagine that I could cut it like a real polar explorer after all.

Then, two days after, we had an epic day that, I must admit, brought me pretty close to the limit of my body condition.

We had an exhausting but manageable morning behind us and had stayed in one of the cabins for lunch. There we had inexplicably discovered that we had managed to contaminate the midday rations of the half-day with fuel, and it was inedible. What we had left, we shared with the four of us in equal parts, but it really wasn’t enough and we felt dissatisfied and had little energy reserves when we started walking down to our cottage on the second and longest road for the night.

It was cold when we started, and I love the cold, but down the valley it was extremely cold, and the world felt like it was suspended in time. There was no breath of wind, no trace of birds or other life. We could have been on another planet. The extreme cold made the snow very heavy and sticky, which made the skis and Pulks not slide properly. Progress has been both very slow and very energy-intensive.

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