What started off as an OK day quickly took a turn for the worst.
Forecasted 6 m /s winds suddenly became 8, then 12.
A steady 12. Head on.
Improvise, adapt and overcome became the name of the game. While running the first stretch I rerouted the plan and started island hopping. Avoiding the strong wind became a priority.
At the end I couldn’t avoid it more and decided to go straight on. And fight. I had the wind head on, and had up to 15 m/s in the squalls. Made me remember ötillö 2011. That was easier.
41 k. 10 hours. Now tired. Almost reached Möja.
Tomorrow. I keep grinding!
Day 2 – stage 2: Blidö – Möja.
Love these little unmarked trails on no man’s islands.