Reading and thinking to skim m, the text match the subheading ings with the . paragraphs search national park, europe's hidden natural treasure one. I wake up to the sound of the wind buffing the cloth of my tent, even though the sun is brightly shining, telling whether IT is morning or night is impossible. I'm above the arctic circle, where in some of the sun never sets. Checking my watch, I see that IT is seven thirty AM. I leave my tent and walk over to the mountain edge, spreading out before me, branches of the rapper river flow through the valley below. I'm in the remote far north of sweden in sec national park, a place with no roads or towns. Two sex mountains used to be covered by vast sheet of ice. Around nine thousand years ago, this ice melted, leaving behind about one hundred glass. Soon after, rain deer began to arrive, following the rain deer with a sami, people who made this territory their home. Getting here is quite difficult. So apart from the sami, very few people have ever seen sark. In nineteen nine nine, sherie was made a national park in order to keep the land in its natural state. Though the sami are allowed to continue their traditional way of life in the park, no one else can live here, and all new development is banned within park boundaries. At the far side of the valley, an ancient sammi cottage is visible, closed by, there are a few rain day feeding on grass, three, four, hundreds of years. Looking after rain, there was a way of life for the summer. They used the rainbows meat for food, their bones for tools and their skin for making clothes and tense. Since reindeer were always on the move, the sammi would pick up their tents and accompany them. Today, most Sammy have houses in villages near sac and live a modern life, just like their neighbors. But every spring, a small number of sammi still follow their reindeer into the valleys of sake, living intense or old cottages and enjoying their traditions. I am not a sami, but in sark i've adopted some of their habits. For example, this morning, my breakfast is flat, bread warmed over a fire, dry rain, their meat and some sweet and sour berries. But I found growing near my tent for after breakfast, I packed my bags in, set out again, since I must Carry all of my food and supplies with me, my bad ways, about thirty kilograms. If today is anything like yesterday, IT will be full of sweat and hard work as I hike over this difficult land to my destination on the other side of the valley. However, I cannot complain. Being in such a beautiful and wild place makes me feel blessed to be alive. Here I am alone under this broad sky, breathing the fresh air and enjoying this great venture. What could be Better?