Well last night wasn't quite as restful as I had hoped for -- that damn fire made the cabin way too warm. I would've cracked a window but there weren't any screens and I didn't want to let in the mosquitos. Oh well, it was still marginally better than being struck by lightning, I suppose.

Today's morning hike was wonderful -- just a beautiful trail hike with lots to see. And minimal mud!

Eventually, I reached the approach to another landmark: Imingfjell. This is a staffed tourist cabin -- I wasn't planning on staying there, but it still a noteworthy landmark because it showed up on the map.

When I reached it, I had a startling realization: I was in for some road walking. A lot of road walking. Now, if you've read the rest of this trip, you'll know that I'm no stranger to road walking but I'm mentioning it here, so that should tell you something. This was some 11 miles (~18 km) of the most boring paved-road road-walking imaginable. It was hell on my feet, ankles, and psyche.

There was exactly one bit of excitement: there was one stream crossing where I didn't feel comfortable rock-hopping. I took off my shoes & socks and did a barefoot crossing through the chilly water. It also gave me a minute to hang out on the other side while my feet dried before I resumed my never-ending march.

Eventually, I reached a spot where the trail supposedly forked to the left and the road kept going to the right. However, I couldn't find the trail. Instead, I decided that was far enough and that I'll set up camp, eat dinner, and look in the morning with some fresh eyes & ankles.