Impossible, is nothing.

We have all seen that picture saying “your comfort zone” followed by a dot in an upper corner, far beyond that circled zone saying “where the magic happens”. Well, that’s rubbish. There is nothing magical about being chased down by guard dogs and having to jump barb wired fences after an eighteen hour trek – However, ones legmuscles becomes magically strong in a macic amount of time when you stand before the situation.

Paso del Oveja is officialy closed, and therefore an exciting trek, especially if your name is Julien. The idea of seeing another living human during the expedition is a disapointing one, so we decided to go for it. We hitchhiked our way to the start of the trek (you need to hitchhike here if you want to go places, everybody does it, – sorry dad) and our first of three days of trekking had begun.

Day 1.

We had a pretty good idea about the route we were going to take but forgot to bare in mind one thing. Beavers. Vicious little creatures. The place that had once been a path was now replaced by a beaver damm and a swamp. Plan B: Climb under and over the hundreds of fallen trees further up until we could find the pass again. The pass wasn’t closed for nothing… When we finally found our way out of the branchy maze, there it was! Outstanding beauty! After a few hours we finally reached our first destination and made our camp for the night. Pretty amazing. Before making our dinner Julien took a swim in the (freezing!) lake. its clear who is the brave one here…

Day 2

Ever been on a stairmaster for seven hours straight? Me neither. But I reckon it feels a bit like the second day trek. The landscape however is majestic! It’s raw, rugged and windy mountains offered us quite the challenge but let us pass without any major difficulties. When we finally arrived to our campsite (about seven hours later) I thought of the chocholate and fudge mousse tart at restaurant Hillenberg in Stockholm and cried a little.

Day 3.

We woke up, had our breakfast, washed up in the river and prepared for the last hours of trekking. It’s pretty great this thing, being completely remote in the nature. You get used to it faster than I would have thought. The trek itself took three hours, and at the end we had a bit of an incident ending up on private property, being chased down by angry guard dogs, jumping fences and walking along a very long and dusty road before finding a way to get back to the city. At the end all went well, and I figured that if you can get trough a full working day in stilettos, you can trek mountains too.

Summary: Fantastic, adventurous and fun days!

Things I care very little for at the moment: Dogs. Ticks. Beavers. Dogs, especially.

 

 

 

 

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  1. Timo says:

    😉 “thought of the chocholate and fudge mousse tart at restaurant Hillenberg in Stockholm and cried a little.”. Appreciate your updates, lovely, take care!

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