My trip from Jokkmokk back to Stockholm starts at two in the afternoon. Bus to Murjek, train to Boden, sleeper train to Stockholm.

Which leaves me with half a day to kill in Jokkmokk. There’s a museum here that I had thought I might visit, but they’re closed on Sundays, so that was not an option.

I walked around the Talvatis lake instead. A bit slippery, since I didn’t have proper footwear, but sunny and nice. And saw the old church.

In Murjek I had another hour and a half to wait, so I left all my luggage at the station and went for another walk. Just headed off along the first road that looked like it might not have much traffic, walked for half an hour, and then turned back. My body has gotten all used to moving and gets restless after a day of inactivity.

Såmmarlappa to the old Darreädno shelter, 10-ish km, flat.

Skiing along the Darreädno river towards civilization, leaving Padjelanta behind us. A spring day with dripping eaves and warm but changeable weather.

I realize I haven’t shown or said much about the pulks we were using. Here’s a typical morning scene: those who are done with their individual packing, as well as any cleaning tasks, bring out the pulks from wherever we’ve stacked them for the night and line them up, ready for packing.

Every pulk gets a black crate of shared food (quite empty and lightweight by now) and a big bag for everything else. The bags are not waterproof – their only job is to keep things inside and snow outside, and then be strapped onto the pulks. Inside we have our stuff in dry bags, and perhaps some loose items. I always shove my emergency sleeping mat and my Crocs in loose. The sleeping mat is too large to fit in the dry bag (and doesn’t need it either) and the Crocs are the first things I want when we arrive at a hut (and also don’t need to be kept dry).

Today’s skiing was very flat, along the Darreädno river. The weather was warm and the snow wet and mushy. In places we were skiing through puddles.

We skied until lunchtime and stopped at the old Darreädno shelter – one of the very first ones built by STF, in 1889. Unfortunately I didn’t have time to see whether it was open, or what it looked like inside.

After lunch we were picked up by a pair of snowmobiles and trailers. We packed ourselves and all our kit into the trailers, and were ferried back to civilization.

Driving a snowmobile, with a heavily-loaded double trailer, along a twisty and bumpy trail, occasionally through wet patches and over small bridges, clearly required significant skill and attention from the driver. At one point, where the track did a sharp turn just before crossing a small bridge, we had to get out of the trailer and let the snowmobile basically jump across (with the rear trailer only nominally using the bridge to cross).

The ride went mostly through sparse forest and was quite scenic. This time the trailer had actual cushions and reindeer skins to sit on, and there was no storm in our faces, so it was rather pleasant.

Duottar to Såmmarlappa, 26 km. 75 m ascent, 450 m descent. 8.5 hours.

The day started with nice, easy skiing across gently undulating terrain, under a light cloud cover.

Then the views opened up towards the south-east.

With excellent timing, the clouds also cleared away, and the wind died down, and we had some truly excellent skiing. From this point onwards our route followed a chain of connected lakes, which make for great skiing – flattish ground, views all around. If I recall correctly, some of the views we had here were out over the mountains in Sarek national park, to the east of Padjelanta, and someone probably pointed out which mountain was which. Having nothing to relate those names to, I promptly forgot them, but I did appreciate the views.

Towards the afternoon we had a lovely, gentle, long descent down (and then out) from the Padjelanta national park. The spectacular views of nothing but mountains and rocks and snow were replaced with birch forest. Not as dramatic, but I do like skiing through forests as well.

The weather got gradually warmer and wetter as the afternoon went on. We arrived at Såmmarlappa through thick, wet snow.

Såmmarlappa is a manned hut so we were greeted with pre-warmed rooms and hot blackcurrant cordial.

Staying at Duottar for another night. Today was planned as a slack day, in case we needed to adjust our route or timing due to the weather – or to be used for a day trip. In the end it was a bit of both. The day started out very windy, continuing on from yesterday, so we mostly stayed in the huts until lunchtime.

In the middle of the day we had a couple of fine hours of beautiful sunshine, and went out on a small circuit on the nearby lake. On the other side of the lake we took off our skis and climbed to the top of the (very small) peak to get some views.

It was rather satisfying to get some good glide going. Swish, swoosh, across a flat lake, with the wind at our backs and the sun brilliant above us.

More dark clouds were piling up when we were turning back, and the wind picked up again soon after, so our outing remained short.

The rest of the day we just puttered around our huts. I think many in the group appreciated the rest. There isn’t much space nor comfortable furniture in the huts. You can lounge in your bed, or on one of the small, hard chairs.

I had packed some knitting, given the more generous “luggage allowance” with the pulks. I finished a pair of socks this morning and wound the yarn for the next pair. A ball of sock yarn weighs 100 g, so the two didn’t make my bag much heavier.

At one point we took the time to dig out another stall in the outhouse. When we got here, only one of the stalls was clear of snow. Two others were full of snow inside, and the fourth had a large drift in front of the door. But we were getting low on toilet paper in the one that we were using, so it was worth digging out a second one.

When there’s nothing else to do, there’s almost always water to melt and boil. It’s the first thing we do in the morning, and likewise the first thing we start when we get into a hut in the afternoon. There’s almost always two pots of water on the stove and a bucket of snow next to it.

Had I been on my own, I’d most likely not have bothered with the boiling. Fresh snow, freshly melted, is good enough for me. But I understand that the guides feel like they need to be more responsible with the group’s hygiene.

During this trip I’ve learned that there is technique and tricks to melting snow for drinking water. Sure, you can just shovel snow in a pot and put it on a stove, but there are ways be efficient about it.

Firstly and most importantly, don’t start with snow in an empty pot – you want some water at the bottom. Otherwise the first snow to melt will immediately boil and evaporate, which is a waste. So you prime the pot with the last dregs from your thermos.

Secondly, the first batch of ready, boiled water goes not in the thermos but in ordinary bottles, which you then put in the bucket of snow waiting to be melted next. This way you start warming up the snow while also cooling your drinking water. The thermoses you fill last.

And, of course, don’t leave any of your leftover water in the kettle, like some fool had done, because by the time the next guests get there it will be a solid chunk of ice, spiced with dead flies, which you can’t even pour out because it’s larger than the opening of the kettle.

On any normal trip we’d also spend a fair bit of time cooking. This time we had packed, frozen meals for all dinners, and the guides took care of breakfast porridge. I’ve never eaten as well on a hut-to-hut tour, with as little work.

Árasluokta to Duottar, 20 km, 500 m of ascent.

Mildly uphill all the day. The 20 km took us eight hours.

We had strong winds for six of those eight hours, and rain for four of them. Good thing I packed a rain cover for my rucksack. Also, wise from previous years, I’m glad that my packing list tells me to pack “a full change of clothes in a waterproof bag, regardless of season”. You’d think that on a ski trip you’d mostly risk simply getting cold, but this time of the year, wet is absolutely a risk, and wet + cold + windy is the worst.

In the wet and cold it was difficult to enjoy the views (such as they were in this weather).

The guides from Laponia Adventures were well equipped even for this kind of unpleasant weather, with a good-sized lightweight tent that we put up for a lunch break. We only put up the outer layer of the tent, so no floor, and dug a sitting trench in the middle, so all ten of us fit inside. It got warm in there quite quickly, and we could have a luxurious sit-down lunch. This did wonders for our energy levels, compared to whatever brief, freezing cold snack we would have had without the tent.

While I’m skiing, some part of me is almost always paying attention to my body. When there isn’t much to look at, and there are no photo opportunities to consider, it’s even more.

I pay attention to how all the different parts are feeling. Where is there tension? Am I hunching over due to the wind? Am I arching my back due to the pulk harness? Is anything rubbing uncomfortably? Work and effort can always be offloaded to some other body part, to some extent. Is some part working too hard? Skiing involves just about every part of the body.

I pay attention to my toes, the pads of my feet, my heels, hips, thighs, butt, lower back, shoulders, arms, wrists, hands. Lift the heel a bit less to take pressure off the toes. Shift the angle of my grip on the poles to reduce strain on the wrists. Plant the pole more strongly to let the shoulders offload the thighs.

I’m not the fastest in the group, and not the slowest either. Still I often end up being last. Quite often I allow myself to fall behind for a short while, especially for photos, because I know that I can catch up without excessive effort.

Over the years I’ve learned to pace myself. I may be last, but at the end of the day I arrive in good shape, with decent energy reserves for anything that might still be needed.

Upon arrival at the Duottar hut, our first task was again to shovel away the snow blocking the entrances. We were lucky to arrive when we did: the snow was soft (though heavy) and easy to shift. Later in the evening the temperature dropped, and whatever we hadn’t shovelled away by then was frozen hard and would remain.

Spotted today: a few reindeer, two very distant moose (mostly just large dark blobs with long legs), ptarmigans.

Låddejåhkå to Árasluokta, 13 km, with 350 m of ascent. Up and over a mountain pass and down again on the other side.

The ascent in the morning was long but not as hard as it first sounded. On skis with short skins it was just a bit of a plod. The hardest part was doing the zig-zag turns with a pulk – in the turn itself, you’re going one way but the pulk is going in another, and then for a moment right at the tip of the turn you’re trying to drag it straight up which is really heavy.

Looking back at the Låddejåhkå hut.

Up in the pass the snow was pretty great (even though we had slightly above-zero temperatures again) and the skiing really pleasant – except for the pulks acting as a brake. I do appreciate not having to carry any weight, but the pulks really kill the glide. Every time I felt like I could really actually get some speed, I was almost yanked back. Oh well.

The gentle downhill slope after the pass was even more pleasant. Especially when we got a bit of sunshine to go with it.

It kind of feels unfair that 350m of ascent takes so much longer than descending by the same amount.

The breaks in the clouds came and went. When the sun was out, it was nearly t-shirt weather.

We’ve seen and heard ptarmigans every day, sometimes closer, sometimes further off. Today there were also tracks of lynx.

This, by the way, is the view from the hut we were sleeping in, towards the outhouse. A good 50 metres of deep snow between us and the outhouse. Trying to get there without skis on is a bit risky – it might work, or your foot might go through the icy crust and knee-deep into snow, and then you’ll have to wrestle it out again. Hence the tracks of skis heading that way.

At home I rarely go to the lavatory in the middle of the night, but something about the eating and drinking patterns on a ski tour messes up the body’s rhythm, so I almost always end up waking up in the middle of the night, needing to pee. So I make sure to leave my ski boots where I can find them, and likewise with the skis themselves.

All nights thus far have been cloudy, but today we got at least mostly clear skies. I’m still hoping to see the northern lights, one of these trips, but it didn’t happen today. (Afterwards another member of the group said that they maybe saw a bit of green when they were out for their trip to the outhouse, but so briefly that it was gone before they could consider waking the rest of us.)

Kutjaure to Låddejåhkå, 20 km.

The Kutjaure hut, just outside the Padjelanta national park, is a manned one. Nevertheless guests are expected to take care of their own needs, so our day started with an expedition to fetch fresh water from the river. A path went down steep slope to a hole in the ice in the river. The water itself was a good metre and a half below the ice, so getting the water was at least a two-person job: one to heave up the water in a bucket on a long pole, and another to pour it into a large plastic can. Once the can was filled, it again took at least two people to get it up the hill: one to pull it up by a rope, and another one to push from behind.

Our own departure involved getting down that same steep hill, with all our skis and poles and pulks, and then across a steel bridge, all of which involved a fair bit of lifting and carrying and taking care not to fall over. And then finally we were off.

Today’s route was mostly flat, which was good for our first day. For some I believe it was their first time on cross-country skis (not counting yesterday’s little warm-up) and the pulks were new to all of us.

From afar the pulks seemed like they might be cumbersome, but it didn’t take long at all to get used to them. I grew to like them quite fast, after some time figuring out how to best adjust the harness and the frame.

In addition to everyone’s individual packs, we also had almost a week’s worth of food, plus shared safety equipment, shovels, etc. Nevertheless pulling a pulk with all that weight felt like less work than carrying just my own rucksack.

The weather was mostly cloudy today, with the occasional glimpse of the sun. Not much in terms of views.

The temperature was just below zero to begin with, which made for good skiing conditions. Later in the day the it got warmer and the snow got all sticky and difficult to ski on. In the late afternoon the temperature rose even further until we were skiing just in our base layers. The snow was wet and slushy, which perhaps felt less nice but was actually easier to ski on than the sticky stuff.

We had two sit-down lunches with sandwiches, snacks and hot drinks. Laponia Adventures promises good food, and they absolutely delivered. Västerbotten cheese, reindeer sausage, coffee, choice of teas and what not. A change from the relatively rushed meals I’m used to from my trips with Warthog Mountaineering (although even John’s lunch breaks have gotten longer as he has aged!) The food crates at the back of our pulks made for good seating.

The Låddejåhkå hut is not manned this time of the year. Our first job upon arrival was to dig away the snow from in front of the door so that we could even get inside.

Inside it was just like the STF huts I’m used to, with the pine furniture and bunk beds and a shared kitchen. One notable difference was the heating: STF huts usually have small wood-burning stoves, whereas here there were gas heaters, which were rather easier to manage.

A day of mostly hanging around and waiting in Jokkmokk. Took a walk, checked out the local supermarket, read my book.

The night train took me to Murjek, and from there I continued by bus to Jokkmokk, where I arrived at 9. Checked in at the hostel and then just sort of hung around, because the group for the trip only met up at 15.

I could have visited Ájtte, the Sami museum, but I was rather tired and groggy after a night on the train and couldn’t muster the energy. First I slept badly because I had the top bunk and it was hot and stuffy up there. Then I had to get up early because the train was supposed to arrive in Murjek at 6:35. Then the train was delayed but with little to no information about it. There were no announcements on board the train at all (too early in the morning for that, I guess) but there’s a website for up-to-date traffic information. Enter the number of the train, and it gives you the latest estimated arrival times for all upcoming stations. Except that information was getting updated with a delay – at 7:19 it was still telling me that we would arrive at Murjek at 7:14. And it kept stopping at random points in the middle of nowhere, sometimes at places that looked like they could be train stations, and once even at an actual (disused) station. So I was constantly, anxiously trying to figure out – are we there yet? did I miss the station? almost there? do I need to grab my bags now? And when we did arrive, I think the train literally stopped for 3 minutes without any announcement so inattention would have been really bad.

In the afternoon we met up with Mirja from Laponia Adventures. Got to know the other group members, had our information meeting, went through the route etc. Thereafter we went through all the equipment that we’d be borrowing from Laponia Adventures, in particular the ski pulks that we’d be using to transport everything. The huts on this trip will be unmanned ones, apart from the first and last ones, so we’ll need to bring all our food with us. Most of the group were also renting skis and boots and needed time to try those on for size.

Then dinner, packing, and to bed.

Back home. I could be unpacking and maybe should be unpacking but I’m really not feeling like it. Three hours driving yesterday, a night of bad sleep on the ferry, waking up at 5 o’clock because they had some weird onboard mobile network that hijacked my phone and kept it on Finnish time even when we had reached Swedish waters, and then two and a half more hours of driving. There are people out there who enjoy driving and under certain conditions I might also do so but this was just exhausting.

Today we head back home to Sweden, but we squeezed in another half-day in the countryside with my father and his wife.