On Tuesday I skied to Taimenmutka cabin to spend a night alone there. Or not completely alone; I had my dog Miilu with me. Once again, she proved to be a perfect companion.
Miilu helped me to pull the pulka to the cabin. I knew the way, because we have been there before with my family. The jurney was easy: It's only five kilometers from the road and this time there was a snow-scooter track to follow. It went fast.
|Good axe, good wood|
In the cabin I did all the usual things: Cleaned the cabin, made firewood, fire and water, cooked dinner, fed the dog and so on. I was surprised how natural it all felt. I have been doing all these tasks so many times with my husband and our sons, that none of them seemed difficult to me.
I let Miilu be free, because she never runs away. Outside she followed me around and inside she stayed on her blanked quiet as a mouse. I almost felt like she appreciated her time with me so much, she tried to be polite and flawless.
|View from the cabin|
Little by little the daylight vanished. At eight it was dark.The night was very quiet. No sounds, no odd noises - nothing. There was something peaceful in the atmosphere. I was not afraid, but I slept lightly, like I usually do if I'm not at home.
At about three o'clock in the night I found myself awake and wondering, how to catch sleep again. Right then Miilu got up and came to me very slowly, waiting after each step if I ask her to go back to her place or not.
- Come here, I said, and she crawled to the bed next to me. She literally put her paw to my hand. And then we both slept like logs.
|Miilu the dog|
In the morning she woke me up by putting her cold nose very gently against mine. I opened my eyes, and saw it was getting light. I said:
- I want to sleep a little longer. Miilu raised, went to her place and lied down. I slept an hour more and then started cooking breakfast.
|Breakfast coffee coming|
I took no hurry to eat, to pack and to tidy. At about eleven I started skiing back. On the way I saw same fox, hare and moose -footprints as the day before, but again no signs of any people.
On the way to the cabin there is two nice-to-ski downhills and only one tough uphill. Coming back from the cabin the other way it is slower. The only downhill this was almost too steep to ski. I had to go very slowly and carefully down.
When I reached the road I waited for my husband to come and pick me up. I packed my skies and Miilu packed herself like this:
This was my first overnight trip alone. It is nice to know I can do it. The best thing was is to ski alone, to be wandering, to cross the forests and hills and swamps. Next time I would like to ski a bit longer ways - between the cabins, maybe. It is very calming to be alone, but I wouldn't mind meeting my family or friends in the cabin in the evening, either.