It was an hour before sunrise and the morning fog was graciously rolling over the old growth forest of Kvikkjokk – Kabla. I had been dreaming of conditions like these for years and standing there, now experiencing them, felt surreal.
It was an hour before sunrise and the morning fog was graciously rolling over the old growth forest of Kvikkjokk – Kabla. I had been dreaming of conditions like these for years and standing there, now experiencing them, felt surreal.
