“End of the road,” the sign says. And it truly is.
A small, secluded cabin deep in Finland’s Lapland has become my home for the coming week. The stillness here is absolute—no traffic, no neighbors, just the endless white of snow merging into the horizon.
Wish me luck as I settle into this quiet edge of the world.
Author’s summary: A traveler begins a solitary week in a remote Lapland cabin, embracing isolation at the literal end of the road.