My life has changed a bit resently and I needed to find a place to go to.
Idealy it would be located so I could drive the dogs from home to the place, light a fire, spend the night and if possible by a lake.
Some mapstudying and car recceing gave a few possible options and then I found this place.
It's only 4 kilometres from home so it is a nice walk but I can also make a detour if I'm training the dogs so they are nice and exercised when we get there.
Today was very rainy but I spent a few hours cleaning the place up and getting it ready for my future use.
The loggingroad ends and a small path leads in through the young regrowth. The sign says that a fishingpermit kan be bought at a few adresses.
Most of the young birch is soon to be cleared to allow the conifers to develop so with the landowners permission there is an abundace of bushcraft material!
The spruce thickens to a "doorway" leading to an old, very slippery bridge across a stream.
"Only the rightous may pass!"
The young forest is replaced by much older scots pine.
At the end of the trail there is an old fishing campsite.
There hasn't been a fire made at least this year and the state of the small rowingboats moored to the lakeshore tells me that this place is seldom used anymore.
There is also an old lean to but the wood was rotten and the tarp was destroyed by age.
I cleaned up the area from old beercans, singel use barbecues and other rubbish as well as the old tarps (I found two more embedded in the ground) but I kept the ridge for my future use.
The couple of acres closest to the site have a special appearance. The trees are quite old and the many deadfalls tell me that the area has not been affected by modern forestry for quite some time. This means that the area is a key habitat for threatened species that need lack of disturbance and coarse dead wood to survive. This means that I must be careful not to damage the habitat and firewood and bushcraft material must be gathered further away.
For this reason, and to not deplete the area which I plan to use a lot, I carried in a load of firewood from home.
Note to self: Firewood is heavier than it looks!
This should last a couple of long, nordic, autumn nights.
My future morning wiew from under the tarp.
To the west the site borders on a large, forested mire.
A walk along the shore.
I think I will spend many good hours here.
Where it is?
I wont tell.
Idealy it would be located so I could drive the dogs from home to the place, light a fire, spend the night and if possible by a lake.
Some mapstudying and car recceing gave a few possible options and then I found this place.
It's only 4 kilometres from home so it is a nice walk but I can also make a detour if I'm training the dogs so they are nice and exercised when we get there.
Today was very rainy but I spent a few hours cleaning the place up and getting it ready for my future use.
The loggingroad ends and a small path leads in through the young regrowth. The sign says that a fishingpermit kan be bought at a few adresses.
Most of the young birch is soon to be cleared to allow the conifers to develop so with the landowners permission there is an abundace of bushcraft material!
The spruce thickens to a "doorway" leading to an old, very slippery bridge across a stream.
"Only the rightous may pass!"
The young forest is replaced by much older scots pine.
At the end of the trail there is an old fishing campsite.
There hasn't been a fire made at least this year and the state of the small rowingboats moored to the lakeshore tells me that this place is seldom used anymore.
There is also an old lean to but the wood was rotten and the tarp was destroyed by age.
I cleaned up the area from old beercans, singel use barbecues and other rubbish as well as the old tarps (I found two more embedded in the ground) but I kept the ridge for my future use.
The couple of acres closest to the site have a special appearance. The trees are quite old and the many deadfalls tell me that the area has not been affected by modern forestry for quite some time. This means that the area is a key habitat for threatened species that need lack of disturbance and coarse dead wood to survive. This means that I must be careful not to damage the habitat and firewood and bushcraft material must be gathered further away.
For this reason, and to not deplete the area which I plan to use a lot, I carried in a load of firewood from home.
Note to self: Firewood is heavier than it looks!
This should last a couple of long, nordic, autumn nights.
My future morning wiew from under the tarp.
To the west the site borders on a large, forested mire.
A walk along the shore.
I think I will spend many good hours here.
Where it is?
I wont tell.
