My father and I were on a three-day hiking/climbing trip when the weather forecast predicted a higher risk of thunderstorms for the last day than we would have liked. (Thunderstorms in the mountains are not pleasant hiking weather, and thunderstorms happening while you’re halfway up a rock wall and tied to a steel cable are an electrocution waiting to happen.)
We still had a rental car until the late evening, though, and we were much closer to Jauntalbrücke than either of us live, so we decided to take a detour. A text to my roommate over breakfast got me the code from my bungee jumping gift card, and a rather lengthy trip through the website later we were good to go. (The car still worked, too, despite much diligent work on the previous day. In my defense, it was really hard to tell the clutch was in third gear when I tried to drive off uphill. Repeatedly. Anyway, the burnt smell dissipated really quickly afterward, so it couldn’t have been too bad.)
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I have spent the past week hiking and climbing mountains in South Tyrol with a group, diligently working my way towards dying of skin cancer by getting another (few) sunburns and overtaxing my right knee badly enough on the descent on the second day that I had to miss the third and finish the last two limping.
Still, it was worth it. My day-to-day life happens within the concrete jungle of the city, walled in by houses, my field of view dissected by the (mostly) harsh straight lines of architecture, flat hard ground beneath my feet, and while I roll my eyes at anti-civilization sentiments, I do need to get out and away sometimes to remember that’s not all there is to the world.
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R moved out.
It all went pretty fast suddenly – she announced that she might have found something one Thursday, looked at the apartment and signed the contract the following day. I spent hours plotting and organizing so we could handle her move, M’s move into her vacated room, and a trip to get a new fridge (ours belonged to R and she wanted to sell it) in a single go to save on rental costs for the van.
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I wanted to shower once more before going home, but the day is cloudy and windy and not at all fit to warm up afterwards. Guess the other passengers will just have to put up with a stinky me.
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I’m slowly getting used to cold showers, I think – I managed to rinse myself much longer and enjoy it more than the first time today. Or maybe I’m getting used to the colder temperatures in general, because I get pretty hot sitting in the sun afterwards.
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On Day 10, we go for a long walk in a forest very strange for Swedish standards: it has no blueberries. Instead, it has ferns and moss and grass like ordinary forests, and more deciduous trees than usual. It also has giant anthills almost every few steps, and we spend a lot of time watching the jumble of ants going about their days, running back and forth without apparent reason or grappling with objects much larger than them.
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Holiday spirit has set in for good, and the days start blurring together in a new routine: sleeping, eating, browsing, maybe walks or driving or grocery-shopping or multiple of the above, a movie, and then it’s back to sleeping. It’s neither terribly action-packed nor terribly boring. We rarely take two walks in the same place, but the blueberry forests are similar enough to each other that the descriptions would hardly differ unless they were very detailed, and if they were they’d probably just end up being a different kind of boring. The change from a gravel road to a dirt path covered in roots and needles is dramatic for one’s feet, and curious to one’s ears, but words about it on a page are not enough to entertain a hungry brain.
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