The fall is upon us and the temperature is dropping drastically in Sweden. A few days ago sleet was falling all over Stockholm and most people did their best to stay inside. The days are getting shorter and darker and it’s not the most inspiring time of the year to go out in the wilderness. Therefore, I thought
I’m very proud to announce that Wilderness Stories will be part of the Swedish Photo Fair in Älvsjö/Stockholm this year! On Friday, November 11 at 4.15 pm, I will be on Stage 2, talking (in Swedish) about my adventure on the Pacific Crest Trail and the importance of follow your dreams. Welcome!
A gap between the trees. Thick forest that suddenly ends for a couple of feet. A line that reach as long as I can see, over the mountain, over the horizon. The gap marks the border. The end. On the left side is America. On the right, Canada. In just a few moments will my
September 1st, 2016 did the fall arrive to the Pacific Crest Trail and the same day did I take the steps over Bridge of the Gods into the state of Washington, the last state of the trail. Orange leaves covered the trail and the clouds did the same to the sky. The next day came
About 7700 years ago, the 12000 ft high volcano Mount Mazama collapsed and sank into the lake of lava that had gathered under it. This left a 6,1 x 4,7 miles wide and 1943 ft deep crater that over the years filled up with rain, snow and snowmelt and created a lake. More lava came
If the first part of the trail, the desert, was the part where the body got used to the hiking, the feet became resistant against blisters and the muscles in both legs and back started to build up – were the other part, Sierra Nevada, the part where my technique got practice and became better.
And then I arrived at the spot on the trail that I have been worried about the most. The spot where the midpoint marker stands. To be worried about getting halfway might seem weird. But I worried that if, at this point, I was just a little bit too tired of my hike it would
During my first days on the trail, I often said to myself, ”I can’t wait for the day when life here on the trail becomes normal and the routine becomes natural and you can really feel that you live another life, not like it is now when everything is just new and exciting”. Well, now
After Mount Whitney, at about mile 767, something happened that broke the old patterns. After only meeting other hikers that stayed at the same camp as me or passed me during the day, I started to meet more and more people. But these hikers were on their way south. And the further north I got
Because of the U.S. Postal Service I have unfortunately not been able to update my blog on my last stop. I’ve now been in South Lake Tahoe (at mile 1090) for a couple of days and waited for my computer that has got lost in the post system. It still haven’t showed up and I