The day dawned considerably better than yesterday ended, so we could continue our expedition. There was still some wind, but no snowfall and the sun was almost breaking out on some occasions. It was only 15 km to the Gåsen mountain cabin so it felt like an easy match after the heavy winds on Saturday and long trek on Sunday. But then about half way through, the weather changed again. The sunshine was behind us, and snowfall ahead of us, so once again the last kilometres became a quiet inner battle where you just put one ski in front of another and it seemed at times my whole world consisted of Staffan’s ski tails. There was no point in looking around because the landscape was shrouded in clouds and snow and I didn’t want to look ahead, only to see the trail marks disappear in the distance.
But since it only was 15 km, we got to Gåsen with strength to spare and were happy to see the clouds disappear in the evening, so we did a small trip to check out the evening light. It turned out that the best opportunity was right in front of the cabin though – the big Härjångsfjället peak glowing white in the dusk. I finally got to use the tripod, so it wasn’t just dead weight!