After my break, I hiked on towards the first checkpoint at Kebnekaise Fjällstation. The terrain started getting rockier and the weather was getting moody. The rest of the kilometers I walked in either rain or drizzle. Nothing too crazy, but it took some getting used to after starting out so sunny and nice. In the mountains, the weather can change in an instant, so it’s always important to be prepared for any situation. It’s all part of being in the outdoors. And while my mind wandered a bit to ‘oh no, what if I get washed away by huge rain showers?’, I also felt really bad ass for setting out to do this all by myself.
Along the way, it’s easy to run into the same people over and over. I actually liked that. There was a man hiking with his daughter, who can’t have been older than 10 years. I also met a nice couple that I ended up camping with that first night. Since the terrain was quite rocky, it was difficult finding a good spot to pitch my tent. Because I arrived late in the afternoon, a lot of the good spots were already taken and other flatter areas had turned into mud pools because of the rain. I may have had to work around some big stones and my pitch wasn’t as tight as it could have been, but oh well…the tent stayed up and I slept okay that night. The couple I camped with was lovely. We chatted for a while and I really enjoyed their company. After leaving the next day, I didn’t see them again on the trail, though I was happy to hear they finished the trekking in about five days. Total bad ass!