My Northern Home

This is a story of bravery in a story where things went horrible wrong. We had a plan for a great adventure.  We would ski over Pallas fell, admire the view from the various peaks on the way and camp in the valley beyond. The sky wasn't as clear and the wind was stronger than forecast had promised last night. But the clouds where high enough to keep the peaks clear. I was feeling bit tired from the past working week and my stomach had been bit weird, but it was nothing new to me. The up hill to the first peak was hard, bit harder than I had expected, but being already tired, I told myself, I should not expect too much from myself. Just take it easy and enjoy. The path followed a side of the first peak, leaving gently sloping kuru canyon to our left side. Getting higher the slope turned so icy, that my skies were sliping side ways to the down hill. I tried to follow old ski tracks to keep my skies in the course and to keep my anckles as straight as possible,