We have just spent eight days in Sweden on The Kungsleden, translated “The Kings Trail”. Aptly named as the mountains that surround you each day of this hike in The Arctic Circle do appear, at the very least, noble. It wasn’t all sunshine and lollipops and puppy dogs tails. There were times when mosquitos covered every inch of air space, biting their way across my apparently scrumptious body. Days when I couldn’t stop looking at the looming dark clouds wondering when they would open the heavens and give me an overdue bath. Then the times when they did open and I appreciated just how un-waterproof my waterproof jacket is. All day. But it is a truely beautiful place. Even when I was navigating my way across a flooding river I couldn’t help but feel blessed. To be surrounded by glory, to wake each day wondering what adventure the day would bring, to feel like I couldn’t make it but push through and feel like a victor. To top it off we summited the tallest mountain in Sweden-Kebnekaise. Just. I was ready to retreat when I realised I was going to have to scramble up a sheer glacier in white out snow and gales from the north pole to make it to the top. Instead this was to be one of those occasions where I pushed through my fears (mainly death by falling off ice cliff) and return home victoious.
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