It took me a bit longer than anticipated to write this post, but that’s only because it took me a couple of days to get back into my ‘normal’ way of life. To get back into the habit of working and handle the routine of daily life. The trek was short, only a couple of days, but being outdoors had, once again, a huge effect on me.
More on this event: Summer hike: Fjällräven Classic, Fjällräven Classic: getting ready & packing list and Fjällräven Classic: the hike.
I set out on this trek with mixed feelings. Excited to be out there, to be hiking and camping. Excited to be going on my own again. Excited to meet new people. But also a bit apprehensive about the idea of joining an organized hike, rather than just hiking the same trail a week earlier. About having 2000 other hikers on the trail. About paying to hike. I have to say, this hike was everything I hoped for and exactly what I needed.
In the months leading up to the event I didn’t only prepare to hike, I also started this blog and started to actively reach out to other hikers on social media. Two things I was always a bit nervous to do. For this blog I pushed myself to keep going until the event and planned to decide afterwards if I liked it enough to keep on going. As I am writing this post, I’ve made my decision. I’m keeping the blog! A great side effect if you ask me.
This hike was everything I hoped for and exactly what I needed.
When it was finally time to leave I was more nervous about the trip to get there, than I was about the hiking. I don’t mean to sound pretentious, but I know I can hike, I know my gear and I knew I prepared well. Airports, however, make me nervous. Very nervous. It is something my boyfriend often makes fun of: “there she goes, my big adventurer, not scared to hike in a strange country with all her belongings strapped on her back, but nervous about taking the plane to get there?!”. I can’t help it, it is the combination of having so many people in one place, the fear that I forgot some important document and the constant feeling that I’m late. The flying itself, is not a problem. I always start reading my book and then proceed to sleep after about 1,5 pages.
I knew the instant I got to my dorm room and met some of the other girls that I was going to love this whole experience. For ten glorious days I didn’t feel like the odd one out. People, for once, were not convinced I must be hiking because my boyfriend likes it, and I somehow got dragged along. They didn’t even assume that, because I hiked alone, I didn’t have a boyfriend. Just saying “well he doesn’t really like long distance hiking and I do” made perfect sense.
Being in the last start group I saw all the other girls in the dorm come and go, me being left behind to wait another day or two. It was annoying on the one hand, but also gave me the opportunity to meet more girls. Something I am actually quite grateful for. It was honestly the first time to talk to other girls about tents, knives, stoves and other hiking needs. Finally, other people who understood the struggle of not having pockets in your hiking pants (what is that all about anyway, do the designers think I don’t need a map, compass or knife, or that I’ll just put those in my purse?!).
Once it was finally my turn to start I was as ready as I would ever be.
To be continued…