Memoirous

Before I left my friends all told me: Don't die. I know, it's usually bon voyage. But in this instance: solo backpacking in the mountains of northern Sweden there was actually a chance I could die. But instead I had the time of my life. Yesterday, upon arrival I was again offered lingonberry juice and a chat on the front deck. Some others whom I've been hiking with since Viterskalet were concerned about my leg, but I told them I was fine. I hadn't had to blow my whistle. In my fanny pack I have a small whistle, just in case. Before I left my friend and workmate Marilyn gave me a small oblong crystal to take with me. She didn't say it was for good luck or contained special powers, but it was more a journeying stone meant to let me know that I am loved and being thought of. After I fell, I felt it in my pocket. Still there! Whatever aura it has, it worked. This a.m., as is my wont, I was up early in order to pack with a mind towards pulling to the top stuff I might wa...