Abisko 2014 — gear analysis

What worked really well

These are the items that worked particularly well and deserve special mention.

Shelters. Both the Tarptent Double Rainbow and the MLD Trailstar performed flawlessly. They both handled high winds and nightlong, driving rain without any problems at all. We have yet to encounter situations that these shelters cannot handle. They certainly both have their limitations and there will be situations when they fail, but so far so good! Especially the Trailstar is wonderfully storm proof in our experience.

Backpacks. M&M have the Gourdon packs from Alpkit, in 25 and 30 liter sizes. This awesome pack is really a roll-top drybag with a back panel, shoulder straps, sternum strap and waist strap. M&M have the model with a plastic window, which unfortunately is prone to getting puncture holes. Luckily, it is easy to fix the holes with a squirt of Liquisole or similar goo. If we were to acquire a Gourdon today, we would get the model without window, since it is now available in other colors besides black, which was the only non-window color option when we got ours. A black, top-loaded backpack is like a black hole: what goes in will never be found again, so we opted for a pack with a window. Anyways, the Gourdon carries weights up to maybe 10 kg amazingly well, especially considering that it weighs in at only 600-700 grams. Big M carried his Scierra fishing net on the outside of his Gourdon, keeping it fixed with a few loops of bungee cord. This way the net did double duty as a mesh pocket for Big M’s wet gear and various temporary overflow items.

Dad’s HMG 3400 Porter Pack is superb! The only problem with the Porter is that the pack leaks water, presumably at the seams along the backside. Since cuben is waterproof, this means that water collects in the bottom of the pack. We’ll give seam sealing a try. And yes, it still deserves special mention, puddles notwithstanding. Update: Dan St. Pierre of HMG just commented on the waterproofness of their packs. In his blog post, we learn exactly which seems are not sealed.

Sleeping pads, etc. A good night’s sleep cannot be overrated. All four of us now use the Exped Synmat UL 7 with the Schnozzel Pumpbag, which is super convenient. We have one pumpbag for each shelter (usually mom has one and dad has the other), so that we can rig the two sleeping quarters independently in the case of inclement weather.

Midlayers. Big M fell in love with his Patagonia R1 hoody, which was on its maiden voyage during this trip. The Polartec Power Dry breathes so well that he used it pretty much constantly over his merino baselayer, except during the warmest days. Dad has the same model, while mom uses another variation on the same theme, namely a Rab Baseline hoodie (the women’s version is no longer listed on Rab’s web-page(?) — it would be a shame if it has been discontinued!).

Shoes. Dad has found a new favorite: La Sportiva Bushido! These provide a perfect fit with a roomy toe box and tight heel cup, just the way he likes it. They have a relatively low drop of 6 mm. And the Frixion XT sole reflects the climbing heritage of La Sportiva; this company knows sticky rubber! The sole successfully combines awesome friction on hard surfaces with decent lugs and good traction on soft ground, which is a fairly rare combination. After several days across scree slopes and off-trail hiking, the Bushido shows only marginal wear. An agile shoe means that foot placement occurs with a higher precision than what’s typically the case with a heavier boot, and consequently the shoe sees less abuse. Post-hike maintenance involved strategic placement of Liquisole along the most exposed seams, in order to mitigate further wear.

Buff. Both mom and dad got a Buff for present this summer. Dad proudly wore his Buff more or less constantly during our trek. The densely woven Coolmax fabric is great for keeping the mosquitos at bay during the night, and magically seems to provide just the right amount of warmth during day time, no matter what power output you are running at.

Rain/wind-proofs. M&M used their Didriksons jackets and pants, which kept them dry during the all-day rain we experienced. The particular model they have is called Tigris, which apparently is no longer available in youth sizes(?), but looks very similar to the currently available model Main Boy’s/Girl’s Set. Lightweight, supple, breathable. Simply great!

What didn’t work so well or was missing

We realized that we really need to complement our gear with rain mitts. We had only fleece or merino gloves, and had to fight to maintain our ability to perform a pinch grip during our daylong march in the cold rain. Consequently, we now have pulled the trigger on a pair of MLD Rain Mitts for each of us.

Gear list

Finally, here is M&M’s personal kit, which they carried themselves…

  • Backpacks: Alpkit Gourdon (as detailed above)
  • Sleeping bags: Alpkit Pipedream 400; TNF Cat’s Meow
  • Sleeping pads: Exped Synmat UL size S (both)
  • Drybags: Alpkit Airlok 13 liter for sleeping bags, 8 liter for clothing (both)
  • Bivy: MLD Superlight bivy (Big M only, used under the Trailstar)
  • Merino bottom baselayer long johns/tights 200: Smartwool; Icebreaker
  • Sleep socks: Woolpower 400, Smartwool medium crew
  • Extra hiking socks: Woolpower liner socks (both)
  • Midlayer fleece: Patagonia R1 hoody; TNF microfleece hoody
  • Gloves/Mitts: Rab Polartec Power Dry gloves; generic fleece mitts
  • Headwear: REI inca-style fleece bucket with earflaps; MEC fleece balaclava
  • Extra underwear: generic (both) — we are still looking for merino underwear for kids!
  • Rain gear: Didriksons (as detailed above)

and the clothes they wore all the time…

  • Underwear: generic
  • Merino baselayer long sleeve zip tops 200: Smartwool; Icebreaker
  • Pants: Marmot Boy’s Cruz; Marmot Girl’s Lobo
  • Hiking socks: Woolpower liner socks (both)
  • Shoes: Asics running shoes; Adidas hiking shoes

…and that’s it, that’s all you need. Except for rain mitts, which we will be sure to bring next time!


Abisko 2014 — high altitude valleys

Planning preamble

For various reasons we didn’t make it to Lapland last year, so we had been looking forward to this year’s trip for quite some time, pouring over the map, reading Claes Grundsten’s eminent guides, and making plans.

Our targets this year included the high altitude valleys Ballinvagge and Siellavagge. We planned to diverge on a day trip up to the ridge line that cradles the Ballinriehppi glacier. Then we would cut over to Siellavagge and descend along this valley to the southeast, connect with the trail towards Rautasjaure, but fork off south to cross the Aliseatnu river via the bridge and then hike west along its southern bank, following the waterway towards Alesjaure, and then back up to Abisko along Kungsleden. In case we didn’t need to cash in on our extra day (planned for contingencies) to reach Alesjaure and Kungsleden, we could possibly opt to go via Unna Allakas on the way back from Alesjaure. Let’s see how it all went… [Check out the map at the bottom of this post for an overview of our route.]

Day 1: Abisko — Ballinvagge

Just like two years ago, we took the train directly to Abisko Turist, dumped our duffel bag (with books for the train ride, a comprehensive hygiene kit and towels for the post-trek sauna, and a change of clothes) in the storage room at the mountain station, and took off along Kungsleden (‘the King’s trail’). Shortly after crossing the bridge over Nissonjohka, we started climbing diagonally up towards Ballinvagge. We were blessed with great weather. Little M picked up a good pace, bouncing up the slopes. M&M carried all of their personal gear in Alpkit Gourdon packs, 25 liter and 30 liter, which weighed in at 3 and 4 kg, respectively. Dad had a hard time keeping up, but was very happy that his pack was super comfortable despite carrying 7 days worth of food for 4 people (some 12 kg) + other gear, so that his total load landed around 20 kg. Volume-wise the Porter was maxed out, with the roll-top folded twice only. Mom’s load was probably around 10 kg, or so, including 2 kg of food. Her GoLite Jam dealt with this weight easily.


We’re off! Here we are right at the very start of Kungsleden (‘the King’s trail’), still down in the lush birch forest.

Once we emerged from the birch forest and the views opened up, we could see the modest ravine cut by Ballinjohka. We stuck to the slopes high above the stream, but at one point big M dumped his pack and headed down to the stream, armed with his ‘kåsa’ to quench his thirst.


On our way up into Ballinvagge. Big M carries a bag full of mushrooms, which he picked while hiking up through the birch forest. Ballinbogicohkka (1661) is visible in the center and the slopes of Coamohas (1743) to the right.


Ballinjohka with remaining snow, in mid-August, on its north-facing bank. Spot big M sampling the refreshing water down there.

After a few hours we had climbed the 700 meters from Abisko (at 300-something meters) and reached the point where Ballinvagge opens up and flattens out. There is a wide selection of good camp sites up here and we could choose freely — not a single tent in sight. In fact, since we left Kungsleden we had seen only two other parties. Solitude was to be a recurring and much appreciated theme for the next few days. We pitched the Trailstar and the Tarptent Double Rainbow and cooked dinner. On the menu: instant Thai chicken soup, spiffed up with dried shrimps, extra thai spices, noodles, and coconut milk. Not quite as good as our favorite Tom Kha Gai, but pretty good still. We soon retired to our shelters so that we could rise early tomorrow morning for the ‘summit bid’.


Enjoying a warm meal while the sun sets and the temperature drops. The cirque around Ballinriehppi is visible in the background, although most of the glacier is hidden from view by a sizable moraine ridge.

The night was cold and calm. A magnificent, yellow moon rose above the eastern slopes of Ballincohkka and hung low over the horizon. The high-pressure system looked stable, in agreement with the forecast, which predicted predominantly sunny skies at least for another day or so.


Big M enjoying the last light on the Ballin ridge. Hoping for equally nice weather tomorrow morning — we’re going for the pyramid in the background and then onwards along the ridge.

 Day 2: Peak bagging, kind of…

Dad woke us up early and served up oatmeal with blueberry soup and superspackle, plus hot chocolate for M&M and coffee for mom and dad. We were on our way by 7:00 under bright blue skies. M&M counted lemmings, at least half a dozen, as we hiked the 3 km across the Ballinvagge floor over to the cirque. Lemmings are funny, cute little rodents with very colorful coats. Little M simply loves them!

We had started up the scree towards the peak when suddenly an adult White-tailed eagle (Haliaeetus albicilla) took off from its perch some 100 meters in front of us and swept past us down the valley. Wow! What a beautiful sight! It was so big! Its head was very pale, almost purely white. A few minutes later we came across the spot where it had been sitting, which was clearly marked by a huge dump (the term ‘droppings’ somehow does not seem to fit the picture). It looked like somebody had emptied a big bucket of white paint over the rocks.

At one point, we had a free line of sight through the valley that connects Ballinvagge with Siellavagge, and past Siellanjunni all the way over to Storsteinsfjellet (1872) and the Sealggajiekna glacier in Norway. Snow, snow, snow… Massive whiteness! Instant inspiration: maybe next year’s trip should be a circumambulation of the Storsteinsfjellet massif?


Views from the unnamed peak 1646, which we reached after gaining some 600 meters in altitude across easy scree. We are high above the Ballinriehppe glacier, visible to the left. Tomorrow we will cut through the valley between the two peaks in the background (Ballinbogicohkka on the left and Coamohas on the right) and reach Siellavagge, which we will follow in a south-eastern direction, down towards Aliseatnu.

We sat down on the peak and celebrated our ‘climb’ with a few pieces of chocolate and a handful of nuts and a few swigs of water from the platy. We debated whether we should continue along the ridge line to complete the semi-circle around the cirque, or just hike over to the highest peak (1784), or simply call it a day and head back down. Committing to the full traverse would likely involve another 7 to 8 hours of walking/scrambling across the scree to the other end of the ridge, because we could not see any obvious bail routes when we scouted the ridge line through our binoculars. Given that dark clouds were rolling in from the east, we agreed that we should not attempt the full traverse. Little M and mom were both happy with what we had already achieved and were not particularly interested in any further exploration, especially considering the exposed nature of the continued ridge walk over to the next and highest peak of the cirque. Having settled that matter, we could allow ourselves some extra time on the peak to fully take in the great surroundings.


View from 1646 down into Nissonvagge and the lake at 1140 meters. As you can see, the incline gets progressively steeper as one moves into the cirque (i.e., towards us), and behind where big M is sitting there is a near vertical drop. Great exposure! 1646 is the outermost peak of a dual cirque, forming one arm of both the Gaskariehppi (behind the photographer to the right) and Ballinriehppi (behind the photographer to the left) cirques.



Look at that inversion layer over the Abeskoeatnu valley floor! All those people down on Kungsleden have a gloomy day, but we are basking in the sun!

Lunch was prepped as soon as we were back down to our camp in Ballinvagge: instant soup with a couple of spoonfuls of couscous, along with a piece of cracker bread with hard cheese. Little M took a nap in the Tarptent, while big M made an attempt at fishing the slower-flowing waters of the small delta close to our camp site. We had scouted the stream for rising char, both the night before and this morning, but hadn’t seen any fish at all. Still, we figured it was worth a shot. Besides, it is always fun to work on perfecting your Tenkara cast. The fish — if they were there at all — totally ignored big M’s well-placed and ‘delicately presented’ (as fly-fishing nerds would have it) flies.


View of our camp in Ballinvagge from the slopes of Ballincohkka.

 Day 3: Ballinvagge — Aliseatnu/Vierrojohka junction

That night it rained a bit, but it stopped in the early morning hours. We packed up quickly and got moving around 7:00. By 9 o’clock we had reached Siellavagge and stopped for breakfast (our standard oatmeal fare), which we reinforced with a tortilla + salami (thus making it brunch, right?). We hiked upstream along Siellajohka in the southeastern direction, traversing along wet, grassy slopes high above the stream. As you approach the watershed, the terrain changes character completely and turns into endless talus fields. We were grateful for our light packs and trail runners, which enable the precise footwork that is key to speedy travel in this type of environment. Of course, our trekking poles are very useful too.


Siellavagge, looking towards the northwest.



Siellavagge lakes, close to the watershed.

Siellavagge ends with a number of steep shelves. There is no trail here (in fact, there’s not much of a trail anywhere in Ballinvagge or Siellavagge), so finding our way down to the trail along Aliseatnu posed a fun challenge. Big M has a real talent for route finding and we made good choices all along, including the crossing of Alip Hongganjira right under its beautiful waterfall. This way we managed to stay clear of the thickets of willow that block the way down between Alip Hongganjira and Lulip Hongganjira.


Wow, big space, big nature! Looking out over the Aliseatnu valley from the edge of Siellavagge. Now where do we go from here?

There are a number of conspicuous bands of dolomite in the walls here that shine yellow among all the dark rock. The calcium and magnesium rich soils make for a very varied flora and lush vegetation in general, including lots of blueberries. We stuffed ourselves on our way down the slopes and painted our smiles purple. When we had made it down and found the marked trail that would lead us eastbound to the (only) bridge across Aliseatnu, it started raining rather heavily. The trail runs through dense willow brush, which often reached as high as dad’s chest. And the ground was very muddy and water-logged. Given the heavy rain, the only redeeming features of this section were the many beautiful flowers. We managed to time a quick lunch with a rare break in the otherwise persistent rain. Then the rain picked up again and from then on it rained continuously for 14 hours. We slogged on through the jungle of birch and willow and high herbs, e.g. fireweed (Chamerion angustifolium). We had to cover some 4 km on these south-facing slopes through dense vegetation that can be described as arctic rainforest. Wet, wet, wet! A machete would have come in handy.

Finally, we made it to the bridge, crossed it, and climbed the hills, now following Vierrojohka, on the south side of Aliseatnu for another half hour before we got up on the moraine plateau and pitched our shelters around 20:00. By this time we were soaking wet. Not to worry, M&M have the routine down on how to shed the wet layers, change into their dry merino baselayers, and get into their sleeping bags while keeping things dry. It sure was nice to get out of the rain. Dad served us hot soup, cracker bread, hot chocolate, and many pieces of chocolate bar. A unanimous decision was made to skip brushing our teeth that night. We collapsed into a solid sleep right away. It had been a long day, we had covered around 22 km, most of it off-trail.

Day 4: Vierrojohka – Alesjaure

It rained all night, and around 03:00 a strong wind picked up too. By 05:00, the rain stopped and mom & dad got out to start drying our wet clothes in the wind. Some we had already dried inside our sleeping bags, on our bellies, during the night.


Early morning after the deluge. Time to dry things out in the brisk wind. The prominent peaks in the background are Siellacohkka (center) and Honga (right). Siellavagge runs between these peaks.

We took our time that morning, M&M slept in, we let the wind take care of our wet gear, we had a leisurely breakfast, all the while observing the menacing clouds roll by. We finally packed up and hiked onwards when it looked like it would start drizzling again. But the weather soon improved and we really enjoyed the rest of the day. We walked along a system of moraine ridges, following the Aleseatnu waterway that includes a number of lakes. We met only one other party hiking in the other direction, so we had the blueberries and cloudberries all to ourselves. We stuffed our faces!


Grazing away on blueberries. All of our rest stops involved picking berries. The peak in the background is Miesakcohkka.

Cloudberries were less widespread than blueberries, but in a few places the supply was particularly rich. We stocked up on vitamins and anti-oxidants for sure.


A good year for the cloudberries. Yummy!



Gotta get your vitamins!!!

On this stretch we found several piles of scat that we could not identify positively, but they were presumably from either wolverine or arctic fox. We have to read up and learn more!

Day 4 presented few difficulties. We had to ford 4 streams, only one of which (Godujohka) was strong and deep enough to be exciting, even a little bit scary to little M. She crossed at the same time as dad, him walking immediately downstream and providing some support.


It’s just us out here. And the occasional raindeer.

We arrived at the Alesjaure huts in the evening after another long day of some 25 km, mostly following a weak trail. M&M got to buy a bag of almond potato chips, which we savored together with a cup of tea, while cooking our dinner. It really felt like our adventure was over already, now that we had reached ‘civilization’. Since everything had worked perfectly according to our plans, we now had an extra day to spend, given our presumption that the transport back to Abisko along Kungsleden would be uneventful. We drafted plans for the upcoming days over dinner. Who’s up for a detour over to Unna Allakas? Or perhaps we should use our extra day for some more peak bagging near Abisko? Or perhaps we should hike up to Cuonjajavri for some safe-bet fishing? We decided that it all depends on the weather. M&M decided that Unna Allakas was out, and we further rationalized this decision with the expectation that this section is probably best hiked in the other direction, considering the scenery. Also, Unna Allakas might serve as the starting point for next year’s tentative trip around Storsteinsfjellet, so we could save it for later.

Days 5+6+7: Alesjaure – Abiskojaure – Abisko

After several days of more remote adventure, this section along Kungsleden felt a bit pedestrian, as it were. Again, we had a lot of rain, but could still enjoy the great scenery. We had a cozy lunch while hunkering down and huddling together on the lee side of a small boulder; thanks to the wind, the boulder offered good rain protection even though it was not overhanging. At the Abiskojaure huts we indulged in luxury and had a sauna, followed by a swim in the lake. So refreshing!

From Abiskojaure, we continued along Kungsleden back to Abisko. Given the rather cold, rainy and cloudy weather, M&M opted out of fishing at Cuonjajavri and voted instead for a return to Abisko and a hike up to the top of Njulla (1164 m) the next day. Fair enough, on day 7 we hiked up to Njulla in hard wind and intermittent rain, passing by the ‘Skystation’ at the top of the ski lift. Visibility was not great, but every now and then the clouds opened up a little bit and we got some nice views over Dourtnosjavri and the Abeskoeatnu valley.

On our way back down through the birch forest, M&M picked another big bag full of Orange birch boletes (Leccinum versipelle; ‘tegelröd björksopp’ in Swedish), which we fried up with shallots and butter later that night. A true delicacy!


By the summit cairn on Njulla. Cold, windy, cloudy. We didn’t stay very long up here! A small part of Dourtnosjavri is visible in the background.

Seven fantastic days in the Abisko area was over. The map below shows our route through the Abisko ‘alps’, as the range is sometimes called (although these mountains don’t look much like the central European alps). We can highly recommend this route through Ballinvagge, Siellavagge, and along the southern side of the Aleseatnu waterway. We met very few people over 4 days and traveled off-trail for the most part (except for the two-lane highway a.k.a. Kungsleden, of course). The scenery is superb along this route.


Our route. The black line indicates our approximate route. Black circles indicate where we camped.

The take home message this year was that it is greatly rewarding to hike up into the high altitude valleys and to climb a few peaks. Now we are psyched to try an even higher route next year. M&M certainly are able to take on greater challenges; the question really is if mom and dad will be able to keep up with them.

Summing things up, we can also conclude that our selection of gear is near-perfect for our needs. Gear list? We’ll save that for a separate post.

Hunting with the Hadza

Man, say the Hadza, descended to earth on the neck of a giraffe, but more often they say that he climbed down from a baobab.” Peter Matthiessen, In “The Tree Where Man Was Born“.


Lake Eyasi

It was another grey morning. Our native interpreter/guide, Saidi, found the temporary camp of the Hadza, a click-speaking hunter-gatherer tribe near Lake Eyasi, who still lives much like their stone-age ancestors. Saidi, a Hadza himself, has gone to school and speaks both Hadzane and some English. He lives in a village nearby and wears his guide attire: shirt, long pants and shoes. These days, the ‘stone age people’ dress in baboon fur, jeans shorts and tire-soled sandals and decorate themselves with headbands and necklaces made of plastic beads. Other than that, Hadza culture hardly shows any signs of contacts with the encroaching modern world.

When we arrived in the Hadza camp, half a dozen men were sitting around a dwindling fire, smoking and resting after their first hunt at dawn. The women and small children were hiding out in two dome-shaped shelters made out of plant material. The results of the dawn hunt had been meager, only one or two small animals like mongoose. Perhaps it was about time to move to another area with a greater stock of game? Apparently, the cycle time between camps is only a few months and they had already stayed in the same spot for quite some time. And they hadn’t caught any baboons or antelopes lately.

Smoking is engrained in the Hadza culture. Wild tobacco (Nicotiana sp.) and various psychoactive weeds were used traditionally, but nowadays Cannabis is very common. Several of the men would probably like to hang around the fire for the next few hours. However, three hunters were getting ready to go out again and we were allowed to follow them.

We set off with the Hadza hunters. They moved swiftly and softly through the bush, coordinating their hunting efforts by whistling commands to each other. We felt rather clumsy trying to keep up with them without getting hooked by acacia thorns or tripping over low branches. The terrain was a mixture of open patches, boulders, and dense brush plus a few high trees, including acacias and huge baobabs.

A few dogs followed us for a short while, but then padded off. The band of Hadza we visited doesn’t use dogs for hunting, but we figured that the dogs keep guard against predators at night.


Trying to keep up with the Hadza hunters as they flow through the bush. Dogs are the only kind of animal they keep.

The Hadza make their own hunting bows and arrows. They trade meat and honey for knifeblades and arrowheads made by the blacksmiths of the nearby Tatoga tribe. At least four different types of arrowheads are used. The largest metal arrowheads have one or two spurs and are laced with a powerful cardiac toxin from the desert rose (Adenium obesum or other Adenium species) that sticks like black tar to the metal. —Don’t touch that! M&M both take a step back. The largest arrows are used to hunt big game, like buffalos, zebras or larger antelopes. Sink one of these arrows in an animal and it will keep running for a few minutes before its heart gives up. Smaller metal arrowheads, without toxin, are used for smaller game, like guinea fowl or dikdik. Arrows for even smaller animals, like mongoose, simply have sharpened wood at the end. And arrows for small birds and lizards have a blunt end, so that the target is knocked dead. We only saw the hunters using the sharpened wooden arrows on our morning hunt.

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View towards Lake Eyasi from the Hadza hunting grounds.

Wild honey is a delicacy and forms an important part of the Hadza diet. We were told that at weddings, each guest is expected to bring one baboon and 10 liters of honey. We were out hunting for only a couple of hours and during this time the Hadza raided three beehives and harvested at least several hundred grams of honeycomb. It seemed to us that different species of bees showed very different levels of aggression.


After knocking on the trunk of the tree to find out exactly where the beehive was located, it only took a few swings with the hatchet to get to the honeycombs.

We stood back at a safe distance from the angry bees. The Hadza guys got stung several times over, but seemed used to it. It’s part of the game.


The stinging bees were whisked away with a bunch of leafy branches from a nearby bush. One piece of honeycomb is visible inside the hollow tree.

Once a beehive had been raided, the guys closed up the hole so that the bees could go about their business again, replenishing the stores of honey until next time the Hadza pass by. Q: Do you remember every tree where you’ve found a good source of honey? A: Sometimes.


Yummy! Huge amounts of honeycomb were consumed on the spot. Eat when you can.

Two fat pigeons escaped, despite being chased for some distance as they flew from cover to cover. Two small blue-naped mousebirds weren’t as lucky. The Hadza guys plucked the long tail-feathers and saved them for later use as hair decoration (but they are not the ones you see in the pictures here).


A blue-naped mousebird (Urocolius macrourus) without its long tail-feathers. Apparently, nothing is considered too small to be hunted.

After a couple of hours of speed hiking through the bush, we had closed the circle and returned to the camp. M & M were happy to be back, as the trek had been a matter of jogging through acacia brush, which required all senses to be on full alert all the time. ‘Where did the hunters go?’, they suddenly disappeared, hiding from some prey, ‘Duck! Watch that branch!’, ‘Please help free dad from the acacia thorns!’, ‘Don’t touch that plant!’, ‘Listen… what’s that sound?’ (whispering, of course, we’re on a hunt…) Fun, but physically tiresome. A great morning workout.

By the time we made it back to camp, the catch comprised the two mousebirds and one squirrel. This hunt was a tough, but valuable, experience for M & M. Cute little animals for breakfast? That’s another way of life, quite simply.


Post-hunt chilling with a smoke by the fire. On the bbq menu: blue-naped mousebird, squirrel, mongoose.

Cooking is very simple, no need to complicate things:


Squirrel. Put it whole on the coals, wait until most of the fur has burnt off, crack the parched skin open, gut it, eat. No need to wait until the meat is cooked. Then carefully crush the bones with a stone and suck out the marrow.

We all declined the half-cooked squirrel they kindly offered us. But we did try the honey of the stingless bee (most likely Hypotrigona sp.), which was absolutely fantastic! The best honey we have ever tasted. Very fruity flavor with rich citrus tones, but not overly sweet.

Baboon is the Hadza’s favorite food, as evidenced by this close-up shot of their trophy tree. There were easily some 20–30 skulls displayed on this tree. Look at the fangs on the left-most skull! Baboon hunting is risky business: a cornered baboon does not hesitate to attack.


Baboon skulls.

The Hadza normally sleep out in the open by their fires. Sap from a local tree is used as mosquito repellent and the leaves of a particular plant are thrown on the fire to drive away snakes. Only in case of rain do the Hadza sleep under cover. Two of the men showed us their bad-weather shelter, a cave formed by a big flake of a boulder leaning at an angle against a huge rock. The rock formation looked oddly familiar, a fake memory originating from Matthiessen’s book. Could this be the place where Matthiessen spent a few weeks living with the Hadzabe back in the 60s? It might well be the same place, actually, because there are probably only a handful of similar optimal caves in this region and they have definitely been used by the Hadza for thousands of years. Sure enough, beneath the overhanging boulder we spot the primitive rock paintings: a sun, hunters and animals.


“Ishoko”, Sun, female deity. Who painted this and when? Nobody knows…

Q: How old are these paintings? A: They have always been there.

There are few, if any, places on earth where you get a more direct connection with our distant past. During a morning’s hunt M & M got a feeling for a true out-there way of life that runs straight back to the origin of mankind.

Watering the cattle — a morning walk with the Maasai


We set off well before sunrise to reach Chief Marias’ enkang in the Engaruka region in time to follow the morani on their morning cattle drive to the river. On this early morning of late December, the sky was behind a layer of still, gray clouds that hung close to ground as if weighted down by the rain they never let go of. The sun would soon burn off the cloud layer and by midday it would be scorching hot. But the rainy season was definitely on its way and the previously arid earth had started to sprout and speckle the red dust with green tufts. Most of the cattle were held by morani up among the hills that lie beneath the rift escarpment, where lush vegetation had been triggered by the recent rainfall. The few  cattle that were left in the enkang were brought to the river together with a large number of goats and sheep and a half-dozen donkeys carrying empty water containers.

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Time to go! Are you coming? We are heading out on our 2 hour walk to the river. The sheep and cattle know the way.

As we started our hike up the gentle incline, the clouds slowly lifted and we could just barely make out the escarpment as a hazy wall beyond the blue hills we were heading towards. We carried nothing but water and sunscreen. Oltwati and his brothers carried their sticks and traditional spears to fend off any predators that might attack the cattle. No, we didn’t see any lions out here on the rift valley plateau, but later that night we saw a band of spotted hyenas (Crocuta crocuta) loping off into the darkness.

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Somewhere behind the hills there is a river.

To the north, on our right-hand side as we walked towards the escarpment, we had the cone of Kerimasi. Behind it, hidden from view, was Ol Doinyo Lengai, a live volcano and sacred mountain of the Maasai. Due east, behind us, was the other demarcation of the Engaruka valley, and far beyond that lie Mount Meru and Mount Kilimanjaro.

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Looking back east towards the enkang. Mount Kilimanjaro and Mount Meru behind the horizon.

Closer to the foothills, we reached fresh pasture among acacia shrubs. The heavy morning dew gave the grass a silvery shine in the diffuse, cloud-filtered sunlight. The animals entered grazing mode, moving with a slow, continuous pace towards the river.


Big M and Oltwati. They both like Zlatan.
On the way back from the river, each one of the donkeys will be loaded up with fifty liters of water.

We had time to play, testing each other’s toys. Taking pictures is fun! Hold still now…


Trade, trade: you get the camera, I get the spear…

And showing the warrior skills that make a moran! Very impressive precision handling of the spear.

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See the lion over there?

The little river had a good current, bringing cold and surprisingly clear water down from the escarpment watershed. We sat beneath the trees on the river bank and cooled our feet in the stream, while the cattle milled about downstream quickly making the river a thick slurry of erosion deposits.


Little M counting in the sheep as they roll down the bank to the river.

After the walk we went back to the enkang and then onwards down to the rainwater catchment dam on the valley floor. Sharp sunlight and big open space. A small grove of acacia trees offered a bit of welcome shade. Chief Marias explained how they had built the dam and their plans for further improvements to be able to direct massive floods into secondary overflow dams, thereby avoiding another breakthrough of the wall, which had ruined the dam a few years ago. Now everything was working nicely again, making it possible to hold water past the rainy season and well into the dry period.

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Big M heading for the shade under the lone acacias by the dam. Dad’s old desert cap from A16 can only help so much from the burning sun.

Quoting Lonely Planet: “…a desolate, otherworldly beauty and incomparable feeling of space and ancientness.” Yes, our experience was definitely along those lines.

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View towards the escarpment. Rains of late have ushered in the rainy season and started to fill the catchment dam.

For a full day, we shared the life of our Maasai friends. M & M got exposure to the very different conditions that the kids in this enkang are growing up under. Do you really need a lot of toys to be able to play and have fun? That’s something to think about back home.

Summer bike tour 2012

Here’s a much belated write-up on our bike tour from last summer. The bike tour has been a yearly tradition for 6 years now, except for one year when big M was too big to ride in the trailer but too small to ride his own bike. This year (2013) we’ll face the same problem, but now with little M who has outgrown the Funtrailer tag-along-bike. Or maybe she can ride her own bike, after all? We’ll see, but in that case she’ll need to lay down some decent mileage before summer. Big M has been riding his own bike for the last 3 years. The first year he kept a good enough pace, so that none of us grownups felt we had to slow down beyond our comfort level. The second year he pushed us all to ride 140 km on the last day, eager as he was to get out of the rain and back to the wired world. And last year, he was pretty much outperforming all of us adults throughout the trip even though he carried some of his own gear for the first time. Anyways, on with the trip report…

We were lucky to time our trip with the best weather of all summer. Day 1 brought us to an established campground with shelters on ‘Skåneleden‘ close to lake Snogeholmssjön. We stopped on the way for a swim in lake Sövdesjön, followed by ice cream, and then for some fishing in Snogeholmssjön. M had a few perch nibbling on his lure, but he didn’t succeed in landing any, so for dinner that night we had to do with the goodies we emptied from the fridge before leaving. Later that evening we were joined by our friends from Copenhagen, making our party almost complete with a head count of 8. The next morning we rolled down south, past a chain of pretty lakes (Snogeholmssjön, Ellestadssjön, Krageholmssjön) to the coast east of Ystad, where aunt T joined us and made our party complete. T saved us by running some errands in Ystad before riding out to meet us. As it happened, both our stove and G’s stove malfunctioned when we tried to fire them up to cook breakfast at Snogeholmssjön. Note to self: always check the equipment before taking off on a trip! The pump of our MSR Whisperlite International had cracked and G’s classic old Coleman had a leaking gasket, or so we thought. It turned out that the gasket worked fine, once the weird Danish low-viscosity substitute ‘fuel’ had been drained out and replaced by honest-to-goodness white gas. T managed to get hold of a heavy-duty Primus Jan stove (the lightest stove to be found in Ystad) and a few gas canisters that served us well for the rest of the trip. We met up with T at Kåseberga harbor, where we stocked up on smoked whitefish, potatoes and veggies, all locally sourced. Dinner secured, most of us then hiked up the hill to ‘Ales stenar (Ale’s stones)‘, while dad kindly offered to stay put and take care of the bikes and a tall cup of coffee. On the way out to Kåseberga, we had scouted a really nice location to stay for the night; mission accomplished at Ale’s, we now headed back to that spot.


G’s wheels parked by the coast guard HQ in Kåseberga harbor.

This was an amazing place for a wild camp, right on the beach on a carpet of wild thyme. We dumped our gear and stripped from our sweaty clothes and ran into the sea. Refreshing! The south coast of Sweden is known for its cold waters, caused by upwells from deeper currents. But on a warm and sunny day like today, we didn’t mind at all. Besides, the water temperature was unusually warm, easily around 17C or so.


Arrival in the early evening at our luxurious wild camp. Now, where do we pitch the tents and tarps? Tough decision. Let’s mull it over while we go for a swim…

We had this beautiful place all to ourselves… well, actually, we shared it with a herd of cattle who moved down across the fields towards the beach later at night. This prompted us to arrange the bikes in a circle around our tents in an attempt to discourage any hoofs from coming too close to our guy lines. As it turned out, we didn’t need to worry about the cows, but a herd of sheep (which we hadn’t seen the night before) woke us up early in the morning with their incessant ‘baaaaah’. This triggered a synchronized turnout for the obligatory morning swim, at an unusually early hour. The early start allowed us a leisurely breakfast: oatmeal, oat “milk”, superspackle, coffee or tea. Got to feed that engine!


Sunset over the Baltic (11 pm). Cows on the horizon.

After breakfast we packed up and rolled onwards along the coast, eastbound. The coastal road isn’t the best option due to the heavy traffic and narrow shoulders. But it gets better after Skillinge, so we put our noses down and ground away for some 20 km, trying to enjoy the nice scenery despite the stupid RVs. We stopped for lunch at Skillinge and then for smoked fish (can’t get enough of this!) and smoked cod roe in Simrishamn, before we continued to Kivik where we stopped for gourmet gelato and excellent espresso at Café Strand of the Kivikstrand Hotel/’Hostel’. This magnificent place has been renovated with great taste and minute attention to detail, keeping true to traditional building techniques. It is inarguably the most stylish (in the best sense of the word!) STF hostel in all of Sweden. More superlatives? OK, the owner couple, Anna and Micael, are simply the best and happen to be very dear friends of ours. Mom and little M even appear on their web site.


Right, very well, time to hit the road again…

On we rolled towards another amazing wild camp at Ravlunda. We followed the protocol from the day before: swam in the sea, had a superb dinner (you-know-what), and enjoyed an absolutely still night with the air full of scents from wild herbs, the soft sound of gentle waves lapping the shoreline and swarms of buzzing scarab beetles (Geotrupes sp.). Magic!


Room with a view: Sunrise over the Baltic (3:40 am), as viewed from inside the Trailstar.

The next morning we celebrated big M’s 12-year birthday. He managed to sleep in while dad fixed his birthday cake and everybody else got out of their tents to assemble an impromptu choir that woke him up with birthday songs.


Not bad! Dad proudly documented the result of his ‘baking’ skills. 12 candles!

Here’s the recipe for M’s wild-camp birthday cake: 3-layered sponge cake, 1 jar of blueberry jam, 1 jar of Nutella. Layers 1-2: blueberry jam; layer 3 (top and sides): Nutella. Spread the layers really thick and rich (there’s no point carrying a half-empty jar around in your panniers). Done!


Hey, what’s this? Where’s my oatmeal?

This breakfast really hit the spot. Especially since it was accompanied by a nice cup or two of freshly brewed coffee. Aunt T’s french press coffee pot and carefully sourced gourmet beans sure made for a killer cup. There really is something to be said for bike touring: while we try to keep the loads rather light, we can very easily allow ourselves the luxury of a relatively heavy coffee pot — especially since T is carrying it! It sure is worth it.


Near-complete damage done. But remember: one slice for the baker!

We rolled out shortly after breakfast and continued along the coast on fun dirt trails through the pine forest, up towards Åhus, where we got supplies for the next few days. We stopped by the Åhus beach pier for a swim and humongous ice creams; you order 3 scoops and actually get 9, and they give you two cones (cone-in-cone), just to be able support the structural integrity of the veritable ice cream mountain.


Half-eaten already.
“People ask me what I’m on. I’m on my bike, 8 hours a day.” (famous cyclist, in TV commercial) So are we. And then we’re on ice cream!

‘Slightly’ bloated, fueled to the max, and firmly dedicated to focus on nutrition for the remainder of the trip, we then forked off inland and headed up north towards lake Immeln. We were in for a pretty hard ride in order to make it to the lake before night. Here we grunted away along some really fun and hilly dirtroads. Mom suffered badly in the hills even though little M put in an heroic effort to help out by pedaling hard on the tag-along-bike. It was obvious that she has outgrown the Funtrailer, it is really time to pass this beloved wheel on to someone else. We even hit some short stretches of single-track — yes!! It was really nice to finally get away from civilization, even if it meant that we needed to haul food and supplies up and down the hills for some 80 km. No more ice creams for a while…


Dad’s wheels: a trusty old Giant Sedona anno 1992 with its original Shimano Exage 400LX rear derailleur. The bottom bracket, crankset, and front derailleur have been replaced with generic parts. The cassette is a 13-30 7-speed. The bike is further pimped with Selle Italia Trans-Am saddle, Ergon GT1 handles, Tubus rear rack, Shimano SPD/standard pedals, Vaude Aqua panniers with roll-down tops (no zippers to brake), Vaude Aqua box + handle-bar bag (simply an old stuff bag + pack straps), tool bottle + Topeak saddle bag (for tools), Burley Nomad trailer. (Gear geekery to follow in an upcoming post.)

We set up camp right on the lake, at one of the maintained campgrounds of Skåneleden (‘Brotorpet’), where there are several fire rings, a lean-to shelter, picnic tables, an outhouse, and water (although the water in the lake is also fit to drink). We inherited a nice fire and bed of glowing embers from two friendly guys, who had pitched their Tarptent Cloudburst not far from where mom and M put up their Double Rainbow. None of us had ever before seen two Tarptents next to each other in Sweden, so we naturally had to compare notes. Our dinner preparations were off to a speedy start as soon as we had cooled off in the lake. On the menu: grilled pork-chop fajitas, home-made salsa and guacamole, tortillas, and a huge salad with G’s secret dressing. We weren’t suffering. Somebody magically pulled a box of red wine out of a pannier. And the kids were treated to a magnum bottle of Pommac, just to keep celebrating M’s birthday in style. Again we enjoyed a superb evening, with the surrounding dark, dense forest standing in contrast to the moonlit silvery lake and light night sky of summer. Pure bliss.

The next day we circled Immeln on twisting and winding dirtroads and then headed down southwest towards another lake, ‘Lursjön’. As you’ve figured out by now, we always aim to set up camp by the sea or a lake. We got some friendly pointers from the locals when we stopped at a farm to purchase a fishing license (which wasn’t needed since kids fish for free, cool!), so we headed out into uncharted terrain along fresh logging ‘roads’ that provided a significant shortcut to the lake, which was very welcome at this late hour. The Burley Nomad dealt with the rough trails surprisingly well. After swimming and a quick appearance at dinner, M made some half-hearted attempts at fishing, but soon gave up and retired to the Trailstar. It had been a tough day.


Sleep system: Trailstar, MLD bug bivy, old raggedy ground cover (Mountain Hardwear), Exped UL sleeping pad, MLD Spirit 48 quilt (airing out, draped over the Trailstar). M sleeps on a Thermarest Prolite, in one half of a 35 year-old ‘Caravan’ down double bag that has seen a lot of use through the years in Lapland, New Zealand, Outer Hebrides, the Rockies, the Sierras, Joshua Tree, and elsewhere; still holding up, excellent quality.

Our original plans included one more wild camp at Söderåsen, but the next morning brought cloudy skies, strong winds, and some light showers. The forecast for the following day was not pretty.  Better end on a positive note, we thought, so we set the controls for home. We stopped for lunch at lake Dagstorpssjön, which we reached after battling some steep hills that primed us well for the refreshing swim. After a long lunch break, including a nap for some of us, we hauled it all the way back home in one long push against a very strong headwind. Six days of biking —some easy coasting, some hard grinding — had taken it out of us. We could look back at a gorgeous bike tour covering some 540 km of great scenery. Now, what’s up for next year?

Outdoor cooking: Favorites from Abisko

Food tends to be important. In our family, this is an understatement. Simplicity, nutrition, and energy content — with an eye for gourmet dining — would be one way of summarizing what we aim for when putting together our food list for the outdoors. Here follows a short description of our feeding strategies. 


M&M’s favorite breakfast is also quite convenient from a cooking point of view. We make blueberry soup and serve it up in each person’s “kåsa” (“guksi” in Sami), then we add about 1 dl of oat flakes directly into the kåsa and stir it up. The end result is blueberry oatmeal. The oatmeal is complemented by a generous dollop of our homemade superspackle. Our superspackle recipe is very simple: we mix honey into peanut butter until we get a manageable spackle-like texture. We keep the superspackle in a zip-lock bag, which works great; at the relatively low temperatures expected in Lapland our spackle is fairly solid, but becomes runny when heated up. We sometimes also like to add a handful of granola or nuts to the oatmeal. This makes for a really good breakfast that gives you both a quick energy spike in the morning and also plenty of slow carbohydrates and fat to keep you going for a good while.


Blueberry oatmeal. This particular batch is actually made with real, freshly picked blueberries during one of our annual summer bike tours, but it’s similar to the one we make with blueberry soup.

Our breakfast procedure goes like this: we bring water to a near-boil, pour hot water into cups for those who would like some coffee or tea, then add the blueberry soup powder to the pot, stir, and pour the soup into our kåsa cups. Alternatively, we sometimes add the blueberry soup powder directy to the cups in order to minimize dishwashing.


Gorp: Mixed nuts, pumpkin seeds, raisins, cranberries, sunflower seeds. We really like to have some salted nuts in the mix, because there’s something magical about the flavor combination of sweet raisins and salted cashews or almonds.

Chocolate: Any and various types of solid chocolate. M&M’s absolute favorite from Abisko was Milka’s Triolade, which is a combination of milk, white, and dark bitter chocolate. We do not like candy bars with lots of toffee or sugary goo in them, but sometimes bring one or two as emergency instant energy to combat fatigue if somebody bonks out. 

Lunch and Dinner or Big meal and Little meal

We like to cook something warm for lunch. Depending on our hiking plans, we either have the largest meal of the day for lunch, or later when we have stopped for the night. It all depends on how far we will hike, how strenuous the hike is, and on the weather. So, it makes more sense to talk about ‘big meals’ vs ‘little meals’ rather than lunch vs dinner.

Little meal: soup + bread with salami or cheese, followed by coffee or hot chocolate + a piece of chocolate for dessert. Bread is usually cracker bread (aka ‘crispbread’) or tortillas. The former is bulky, but contains more energy/weight than you’d think. Tortillas are really easy to fit into the pack, and are also energy rich.

Soup (powdered)We usually get the type that comes in a flat envelope. The ideal is instant soup, which can be made directly in our kåsa cups. Most types that call for simmering for 5 minutes or so work just fine without simmering; we simply bring the soup to a quick boil and then wrap the pot in our evazote mat and let it sit there for 10-15 minutes.

Big meal: We make our own dried food. It is very easy and fun and the end result is usually really good! Better than most ready-made outdoor foods and very much cheaper. We don’t use a dehydrator, but simply use our hot-air convection oven. We spread the cooked dish in a thin layer on an oven tray, and dry it at 50-70 C. Every so often we open the oven to let humid air out and stir the food a bit. The food is dry after some 8-12 hours and then we weigh it out into ‘big meal for 4’ portions that go into zip-lock freezer bags and then into the freezer until we leave for out trip. Here are a few of the dishes we like: red lentils, tomatoes, onions, shallots, garlic, herbs; chickpeas, tomatoes, onions, garam masala, curry, coconut milk; green or puy lentils, bacon, red onions, shallots, garlic, herbs; chicken in green curry (thai style); minced meat, tomatoes, onions, shallots, garlic, herbs. We cook these dishes in the normal way, except that we let them go relatively dry before we put them in the oven. These dishes are combined with couscous or noodles, which we add (uncooked) directly to the same zip-lock bag.

The ‘cooking’ procedure on the trail goes like this: heat water to a boil and pour this into the zip-lock bag containing the dried dish + couscous or noodles. Stir thoroughly. Close the zip again, put the bag in the empty pot used to boil water, wrap it all up in the evazote mat, and let it sit for some 15-25 minutes.

Notes to self

Next time we absolutely must not forget to bring butter and shallots so that we can sautee mushrooms and fry fish. Butter is critical and shallots are a proven secret ingredient that enhances just about any dish, perhaps especially mushrooms and fish. A few cloves of garlic wouldn’t hurt either.

Other edibles that mother Nature offered

Cloudberries and cranberries, albeit in very small quantities (it was too early in the season, we think). Mushrooms and artic char, as already reported on this blog.

 Food-prep and eating utensils

Our cook kit for the Abisko trip has been mentioned in a previous post. Here’s a short list of our eating utensils: 4 kåsa cups (one each), 2 plastic sporks (for M&M), 2 plastic spoons (for mom & dad), 1 plastic fork, 1 plastic knife, 1 pair of wooden chopsticks, 2 plastic kid’s tumblers (from IKEA), 2 plastic thermal mugs with lids, small Wenger pocket knife (with knife blade, corkscrew, tweezers, scissors, and can opener).

Mom & dad really like to be able to enjoy warm coffee or tea for longer than 1–2 minutes. Hence the need for thermal mugs. Unfortunately, our current mugs don’t pack down very well because of the big ugly handles. The ideal thermal mug holds some 300 ml, doesn’t have a handle, is lightweight, has a good insulating lid, and just imagine if it would stack… Where can we find this? Please advise!


The greatest challenge for mom & dad on a multi-day trek is to make sure that everyone replenishes their energy stores at the right time, so that we avoid the dire consequences of somebody bonking out. This requires careful monitoring of everybody’s mood and strength. We distribute small ‘rewards’, like a handful of nuts or a piece of chocolate, to celebrate a peak or saddle or new vista that we’ve gained from our efforts during the last half-hour to hour, depending on how strenuous the hike is.

A day-hike in the Gorges du Verdon

In September 2011, we rented a house in Provence where we did several great day-hikes, including one down into the Gorges du Verdon and back up to the rim. We started from Point Sublime, which is at the junction of the GR4 and GR49 trails (which offer inspiration for future through-hikes). It was a very hot and sunny day in mid-September. It felt like full-blown summertime, but in the shade it was pleasantly cool and fall made its presence known through the bright red and fiery orange leaves on some trees. This late in the season we didn’t have to fight the crowds. In fact, we met very few people on the trail.


Here we are at Point Sublime, the starting point and return of our day trip down into the Verdon Gorge and back up.

Right from the very start, the scenery is awesome. Through the eons, the Verdon River has carved its way down into the limestone mass to create a deep canyon that winds its way for some 25 km through these ancient coral reefs.


Peering down into the Couloir Samson of the Verdon Gorge from the rim at Point Sublime, grappling with the stark contrast between its sunlit faces and darker depths. The canyon runs several hundreds of meters deep (quite impressive by European standards).

The trail was very easy to follow and made for an easy walk. We stopped occasionally to take a good look at …


Wow! Look at those big ones!

…what exactly? Vultures! Le Vautour Fauve (Gyps fulvus; ‘Griffon vulture’ in English) to be more precise. These giants of the air were soaring the thermals high above us. With a wing-span of up to 2.8 m wide they are truly impressive!


Welcome back mighty giants! Nice to see you!

From the trail we had great views of the gorge and the turquoise river, while we worked our way downwards along the switchbacks. Our hiking poles were useful in relieving some stress on the knees.

On the way down.

On the way down.

Once we had made it all the way down, it sure felt good to cool off in the river, then stretch out on the pebble beach, rest our feet and knees, and replenish our energy stores before the return hike up to the rim.


M testing the strength of the Verdon’s current before swimming across.

Lunch was served up. On the menu: levain (sourdough bread), saucisson (salami), fresh fruits, water and coffee. What else could you ask for? A piece of chocolate? OK, I guess we had one or two of those too.



The hike back up to the rim wasn’t too tiring, but we did work up a thirst in the afternoon heat. Little M got to ride on dad’s shoulders for a very short while, when it looked like the end point was miles and miles away along a steep and never-ending dusty trail that wasn’t any fun at all. But, what do you know: Point Sublime appeared magically beyond the next outcrop, and we could soon quench our thirst with the water we had stashed at the finish line. High spirits soon returned and we savored the last views of the gorge and surrounding mountains in the golden, late-afternoon sun, before taking off back home. 

On the way back to our rented house in Tourettes, we stopped for some additional refreshments at a cafe in a quaint old village (plenty of those in this part of the world).


Deux express, s’il vous plait.


…and some sirop de peche blanche, spiked with sparkling mineral water!

A longer trip through this area is definitely on our wish list for the future. Here’s some inspiration!