After managing to wriggle my way into a comfortable side lying position in the sleeping bag, I had the first decent night’s sleep in the tent and awoke to a beautiful and sunny, if not cold morning.
Zig-zagging up to the top.
After breakfast we started making our way to the highest peak in the area by skiing across an area that can best be described as “Hills, hills and more hills!”
By now it had become abundantly clear that I’d totally forgotten how to xc-ski, which meant I was basically stomping through the snow and giving my legs and arms an almighty and totally unnecessary workout. All I can say is that I was so thankful for all those hilly tyre walks and intense leg workouts because I had the stamina to endure!
Break time.
By the end of the day, I’d managed to drop my phone in the snow so many times so that it wouldn’t charge and spilt my dinner on my clean, dry socks so when bedtime came round, I was happy the day was over.
Our campsite at night.
I was tired and a little miserable and remember laying there envying my tent mates at their ability to fall asleep so easily. As I drifted off, I prayed that I’d keep up the stamina and evade any Lyme induced fatigue and vowed to power through, not let myself be defeated, focus on the positives and keep a cheerful attitude no matter what!