Last night I had a wild meat stew. Moose and venison (I think) with mushrooms. It was delicious and very filling. It also came with mashed potatoes so I was very happy!
This morning I set off in high spirits. I’d slept well, eaten well and all was right with the world. The last couple of days have been quite relaxed and easy. Nice smooth paths under foot and the ability to make fairly steady progress. Today the trail reminded me that the going is not always easy and is quite often scary! There were sections of narrow path with a sheer drop to one side, enough uneven ground to trip up a mountain goat, stiles that just about stayed up as you clambered across them, ‘gates’ with no hinges that you just had to somehow lift and move so that you could get through and several wobbly wooden bridges.
I made slow progress, struggling to find the path at some points.
There is a way marker in this picture and it isn’t pointing up the hill! It took me ages trying to find it. At this point, about 21k in, I was pretty much losing the will to live, I’d been up that hill, down a couple of parallel paths and been unable to find the path. I’d just seen the teeny tiny marker and was heading off, through the nettles, when I heard someone call me. A and R from Australia were here! Just exactly what I needed to pick up my mood… and to witness me falling on my backside as I scrambled down a steep hill.
We have got cabins in a campsite on the edge of lake Mjøsa. The cafe at the site sells beer and pizza, as well as ice cream, so no prizes for guessing what I’m having for supper!
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