t’s -20°C, the sun is shining in the deep blue sky. A constant breeze of around 15 knots pulls me and my 70kg sled across the deserted white hills of Lapland. It is the day I dreamed of – the kind of day only Lapland can offer. As soon as I slide over the last pass, I see snowmobile tracks in the distance and I know I will make it. In two days I will have completed 500km alone and unsupported, crossing from Kilpisjarvi in Finland to Maze in Norway. The past eight days alone in the vastness
