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The penultimate trek of our holiday brings us back to Svartån, where Black Creek has carved its name into the sandy Värmland soil over millennia. This time we descend via a treacherous forest road, ice-glazed and unforgiving, to reach a stretch of trail we've never walked before. The canyon here runs deep, its walls constantly shifting as trees surrender to the sandy banks and tumble into the water below. December has softened its grip. Where snow should lie thick, we find only scattered pockets for Aamu to seek out and roll in, her red coat bright against the muted winter palette. Ice remains the true master here—black ice, hidden ice, ice that cracks and shifts beneath every footfall. We move carefully, reading the ground as much as the path ahead. The forest rewards patience. Canine tracks appear along the trail, large and deliberate, with the long claws of something wilder than a dog. The locals spoke of a wolf sighting days before, just north of here. Värmland's wolf territory is well-documented, the pack's presence woven into the fabric of these forests. We note the signs and continue, Aamu's nose working the cold air. A clearing reveals Flottarkojan—the Rafter's Cabin—being restored for future hikers seeking shelter in this remote valley. We claim it for breakfast, my bag growing damp on the wet ground, Aamu alert beside me. Then the howls rise from the far canyon wall. One voice, then another, until the full pack joins the chorus. Aamu answers—first with bark, then with her own rising howl, claiming territory she does not own. I counsel caution to no avail. For those long moments, two canids speak across the water, separated by evolution but united in ancient ritual. The promised bridge never materialises. We turn back, abandoning the river for forest roads that climb and descend through lesser canyons, following orange trail markers we never expected to find. The uphill yields to a bench placed with perfect precision at the highest point—a moment of human kindness in the wild. Aamu claims her treat. I claim the view. Down again, through silence so complete it feels earned, back to where the car waits alone. Five days of trekking have taught us both how to read this landscape. The wolves, I suspect, have been reading us longer. Chapters: 00:00 Intro 02:59 Wolf Prints 04:09 Just a Tiny Bit of Snow 06:34 More Canine Tracks 08:45 Wet Snow Rolls 09:36 Breakfast with Wolves 12:07 No Bridge Turnaround 14:03 The Icy Uphill 16:10 Elusive Trail 18:46 Treat Bench 21:50 Outro Music in the Video: Alone in the Forest by Máttugr Hjarta,    / @máttugrhjarta   At the Entrance by Máttugr Hjarta,    / @máttugrhjarta   Damp Ground by Máttugr Hjarta,    / @máttugrhjarta   Assets in the Video: Tetrao_urogallus,_Glenfeshie,_Scotland_1.jpg by sighmanb, CC BY 2.0, creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons Tetrastes_bonasia_277462364.jpg by Antti Latikka, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons The Life and Adventures of Aamu Tähti ('Morning Star' in Finnish). #FinnishSpitz #DogTrekking #SwedishNature 20241226E1 Aamu Treks