There are mornings
just before
sun has conquered the mist
when hoarfrost still
can stick to the twigs.

When the sound
of your skis
is the only answer
to night’s remaining silence,
when nothing has been said
on where
or when
we will sleep tonight,
we still know
it will be further on.

On our pilgrimage
every day is different,
yet very much the same
in our quest
meter by meter
planting the poles
striving north.

As most of you know by now we completed a long journey on skis through the Swedish mountains and now having been home for almost a week I can start to reflect on the trek.

We travelled in total 1314 km (816 miles) in 54 days including 8 days where we rested (or where weather locked) . We slept 15 nights in tent without ever being cold. There are plenty of things to share, but when you break it down it was really just moving forward one day at the time.

I link up this poem to Open Link at dVerse today which is hosted by Lisa.

April 23, 2026