Kristopher Rikken, Blue, Black and White Alert
Every year around July, my wife gives me a week or two to disappear into the wilderness. Usually I head high -- the Rockies when in the States, while in Estonia the closest ranges of suitably rocky, 2000 m-plus mountains lie athwart the Polish-Slovakian border and in Lapland.
But this year I had had Lyme disease in June, and I didn't feel confident about being 50 km from the nearest road. Geographic concepts like Point of Inaccessibility had an ominous ring instead of sounding beckoning. Plus I had to be online every day -- this condition was really non-negotiable this time. Although I have an USB stick that allows me to data-roam, I don't have a satellite phone.
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Flatlining in low places
Arvamus
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