Gone with the wind

This is actually my last day at the cabin. I’m leaving indecently early tomorrow morning to meet up with some camera club members in Klövsjö for a day of shooting. I have no expectations about the photography, but it will be nice to have some company after four days in the cabin alone.

Today’s activity was all about reconnaissance. There is a road that follows the Grundsjön lake from the south, the road finishes less than 1.5 from the bridge over Mittån, straight line. So it’s tantalisingly close and the map tells me that there is a trail from Mittån to the road, so I wanted to know if I could drag my bike along that trail and thus get access to all the sights along Grundsjön. If you were to get to the end of that road from Messlingen by car, it would be a whopping 100 km so you understand why I was so interested in this shortcut. As I was only checking if that route was possible, I left the bike at home and that was just as well. Because almost as soon as I had taken the Grundsjön trail, it was very evident that I could just forget about ever taking the bike through here. The trail is not even a proper trail, it’s just a faint path that crosses over some mires and small brooks, and the further I got the harder it was the follow the path at all. It just simply disappeared, sometimes because forest machines had messed up the land (yes, they do logging in the slow growth sub-alpine forest) but most of the time for the lack of use, quite simply. When I had lost the path three times, I had enough of it. At the rate it was going, I was risking to get lost on the way back and I didn’t dare to trust my telephone to keep track because Runkeeper could crash, and even if it didn’t, it does drain the battery quite fast. Do I really want to be lost in the wilderness with a dead phone? I decided not. I had achieved my main objective in any case, which was to establish if it would be possible to take the bike to Grundsjön.


When I got back to the Messlingen lake, I saw that the wind had picked up. It was blowing from the west, which means that it has the whole length of the lake to whip up the waves, so they were quite impressive when they were hitting the eastern shore. So today’s only picture is a snapshot of the waves. Or rather, it’s the only picture I kept out of the 70 I took… put the camera on serial and hold the trigger until buffer was full, so I could catch the right moment of the wave breaking!

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