After an hour and a half, we reached the top of a ridge and looked back. You can see the bay where we started. Also you can see, the weather cleared up nicely.
Eric Blood-Axe takes a break.
Once upon a time, they tried to put in phone lines, but that didn't work out. Cell-phones work though.
A beautiful tarn with cotton-grass:
At this point we were about 20 miles short of the Arctic Circle, so THAT STREAM WAS COLD. We forded it barefoot. Eric squealed. Really loud. Here his feet reacquaint themselves with their nerve endings:
After an hour and a half, we reached the top of a ridge and looked back. You can see the bay where we started. Also you can see, the weather cleared up nicely.
Eric Blood-Axe takes a break.
Once upon a time, they tried to put in phone lines, but that didn't work out. Cell-phones work though.
A beautiful tarn with cotton-grass:
At this point we were about 20 miles short of the Arctic Circle, so THAT STREAM WAS COLD. We forded it barefoot. Eric squealed. Really loud. Here his feet reacquaint themselves with their nerve endings:
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