The journey ends

Unfortunately,  my dream of reaching  Kiruna is over. The last two days have been a roller coaster of emotions. When Tommy decided to leave, I said I would also go. So, we took the bikes to xxl to have them broken  down for the train. I felt terrible  for most of the day until  I called xxl and said I was picking  up my bike and would continue. Fast forward  to the following  morning when the panic of going alone settled in and I said to myself maybe this is it. I decided to go home, until suddenly  I see an older gentleman with a fully loaded bike  I asked him where he was going and he said north. I asked if I could join him and he said absolutely.  I was on again. So, we left the campground  at 8:00 and off we went. We had to take an alternate  route  for bikes were not allowed on that  part of 45. We got so utterly  lost that at 11:00 We had done a full circle on were back at the same gas station  we started  at. It was like a punch in the stomach. I think it was during that 3 hours I felt it was time to go home to my family. The sore  knees and numb fingers needed a break. So, we parted ways and I thanked him for opportunity but it was then I felt OK with my decision.  So, I will go home holding  my head up high for I had an amazing  trip through Sweden and so many beautiful  places, met very nice people and made new friends  in Orsa. We made it 1032 kilometers around 644 miles and as to date raised almost 5000 kronor for the cancer fund.
             I want to thank my family and all my friends  who showed me so much support  and encouragement  during the trip and to all those who made donations . Thank you!  I'll be back with some other crazy adventure to write about