In the evening of Friday 3rd, the usual suspect Peter rode from his home to my place with his Fargo and we headed to the Wilderness of Marttila.
A fallen tree (caused by the powerful storm Seija in December) in the start of the trail to the lean-to:
A tiny amount of snow on some of the duckboards:
At the shelter:
Peter starting the campfire:
An evening tea and grilled sandwiches followed.
The beauty of misery in the morning?
The usual morning chores:
On the move. Peter mastering the slippery duckboards:
Heading back home on the gravel roads:
Thanks Peter for the company. It was worth it again. Check Peter's post here.