Bed for the night

Sometimes I make it to the next campsite or shelter, other times the night get to me first

Morning light from my tent

Text and drawing by Frits Ahlefeldt

Not really sure where I slept, I got up really early to pack down the tent and get back on the trail

Stopped for a minute, just to watch the morning, still cold, still early, a feeling of happiness came out of nowhere

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Story by Frits Ahlefeldt. FritsAhlefeldt.com