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
