In my day job, I do quite a bit of writing about fancy outdoor kit for WildBounds.com. They’re lovely to work for and it’s quite a fun gig, but the downside is that I find myself with an ever-lengthening wishlist of camping accessories and high-end Scandi mountain clobber.

Apart from being purveyors of extremely covetable outdoor gear, WildBounds also have a ‘Journal‘ section on their website – where they publish a super range of articles covering adventure tales, wild food, outdoor style, field guides, practical backpacking advice and a whole load of other stuff.

I’ve done a few style and advice pieces for them (including a slightly belligerent response to all those heavily regurgitated ‘how to pack for a backpacking trip’ articles that crowd anything useful off the first page of Google), plus some fun little historical bits on Roald Amundsen revisited and two Aussies who lost an air race in spectacular style back in 1920. But I haven’t written up any of my own adventures until recently.

Behold, they’ve let me write an account of an 8-day trip into Sweden’s Sarek National Park – one of the tricksiest and most remote jaunts I’ve enjoyed. I picked a terrible route, and might well have drowned were it not for a helpful Sámi boat operator who told me,

‘If you go that way, you will go home in a body bag.’

Instead, I picked a route that was only marginally less terrible, and had a lovely time.

You can read the full article here.