Mullerthal, what did you do to me? During the day I loved you, but that love was frozen easily at night. Where during the day I loved your white trees. I loved to see the fox, and my first wild boar and to see baby deer playing in a field. They were all unable to move free of sound over the frozen ground making sure for me to spot them with ease. I loved the people who all looked curious at my big backpack and who all wanted to help me. I loved the fresh crispy air in my longs and had a laugh how my second cup of coffee was frozen before I finished my first.
The evening came, I still loved your drama with the sounds of a trotting animal coming closer, it standing still and then I heard it rushing off, probably startled by my presence in its territory. I still enjoyed to watch the clear stars through the bold branches. I was happy to have found a relative flat surface to pitch my tent, less pleasant was that my tent was a bit bigger than expected and I shared my tent with half a tree. Also less pleasant was I forgot the pegs in my over enthusiasm to reduce weight.
Then the night came and I wanted to sleep. My feet constantly touched the fabric of the half set up tent and to make this problem worse I kept on sliding down as a result of a smooth quilt on a smooth sleeping pad. I listened to some foxes barking to each other, some cars in the distance and I heard some owls almost screaming their longs out. It was one of my first times solo stealth camping but I was too cold to be worried of being discovered. I tested my gear couple weeks ago, close to home with temperatures which should be similar as during this trip, around freezing point at night. However, as my water did not reached liquid state the next day I assume it must have been colder. I woke up, in the middle of the night with some dramatic shadows of the trees on my tent and I was sure it was daylight and I overslept, I opened my tent and it was still night, but then filled with night light coming from the moon. After a shivering but rather uneventful night I was happy for my alarm clock to go off and I could finally warm up while hiking.
When the daylight came back I was instantly happy again, the scenery remained dramatic because of frozen trees, sudden height differences, canyons to walk through, I just forgot about my bad night sleep and immersed myself in everything I saw. I loved being out there, living every moment of it and I was back at the car before it came close of turning dark. So I started another hike and enjoyed even more before I spend my second night in the car, being a bit warmer but unable to stretch. The third day I went for a small hike of 20km and went home, unable to finish the whole 112km trail but still feeling alive for the 70km that I did experienced.
Hike on!
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