Barebones

Did a really nice hike yesterday, from Slättansvallen in Ramundberget to the top of Klasberget. The hike was extra-nice because I was carrying extra-light – no camera gear except my little Panasonic Lumix LX100 compact. I wish I could do all my hikes with such a light pack… but alas, the heavy gear is sometimes needed.

As I was enjoying another wind-still blue sky day in the mountains, I kept thinking (once again) how privileged I am to live here and be able to do these hikes every weekend. I’ve lived here for over four months and it still feels like a novelty – I hope this feeling will never wear off!

Another thing I thought about is how fixated I’ve been about the autumn colours, but today for the first time I realised that the lack of colour doesn’t make the landscape unappealing – it just simply has a different appeal. You could say that what you see now is the landscape as it really is, naked (=no greenery) and without makeup (=no snow). If you can love the landscape as it is now, then you will love it every day of the year! For someone who has a special affinity for the alpine tundra, even the forest is now an open and inviting place.

And still… I’m wondering when the snow is going to fall, because it is already overdue. I’m ready!

From the top of Klasberget, looking over the Klastjärnen lake to Storvigeln where the clouds of mist were still hanging on
From the top of Klasberget, looking over the Klastjärnen lake to Storvigeln where the clouds of mist were still hanging on
Helags in the background, with the Giertebaune cabin and a big waterfall just above the gap between the rocks
Helags in the background, with the Giertebaune cabin and a big waterfall just above the gap between the rocks
Skarsfjället behind the forest
Skarsfjället behind the forest
Even the foreground worked great for the handheld panorama (4 frames)
Even the foreground worked great for the handheld panorama (4 frames)

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