I had planned to go out all day, but deep down I knew I wouldn't. My son had his first outing/overnighter, my 2 little girls would be taking the schoolbus and walk home all by themselves and my wife was working, so there'd be no backup, just in case. It's this dadthing, that I just can not turn off..... There is also a full moon coming, making me more jumpy and on edge than usual and as icing on the cake my boss called to complain about a complaining customer, who had nothing to complain about. So my inner peace was out the window and I ended up, just walking all morning instead of taking it slow. The upside on that is that I did get a much needed workout and I was able to burn of much of that "heavy urbanenergy", if you know what I mean.
I left home early, knowing that this time of day on a working day and with this weather, there would be very little chance of coming across other people. I did came across groups of trees where many small birds were flying around and calling to each other. When I stood still under these trees, the birds would hop from tree to tree, slowly coming closer to inspect this strange twolegger in green.
The route lead up the hill to the top on the Jätteklack, the southside of this hill. From there I followed a path around the top leading to the northside, being the Bispbergsklack. There is a third part to this reserve, but that is off limits and inaccessible.
The fog gave the whole place an unreal atmosphere. It was silent, except for an occassional birdcall. All the signs of autums were there. As mentioned there was the fog, it was quit chilly and there were plenty mushrooms and berries all around. I could see it, I could smell it and I could sense it...
|is this what I think it is? That famous dark fungus?|
|I could sneak up to this little guy, till about 10-12 meters|
I did not see any large animalsigns, none whats however. The largest signs I saw where foxmarks. This one was so prominently deposited, right on top of a large block of a mosscovered stone. There was another one, maybe about 40cm next to it, but that was decomposing.
|Christmas came early or what? A dead pine, having shed all its needles, yet the beardmoss remains.|
|The going wasn't all that easy. The path was quit rugged.|
|This edge is the Bispbergsklack. In the distance, somewhere is where I live.|
|I like the backpack!|
Right next to the top was this remarkable tree. It guess it had broken and triggered the growth of 2 new branches. The original tree had rotted away, leaving a cavity right in the middle. From here the path went downhill, to the base of the hill on the southwestside. From there it is up again to the startingpoint.
|Someone has been eating its fibres.... Beetles in this case.|
|How in the world did this get here? An oaksappling with no oaks anywhere around. Guess a bird dropped it here. Just hope this little fellow will grow into a grand and proud tree.|
Once I reached the startingpoint on the southtop again, I figured I had deserved some lunch. Nothing fancy, just some homemade bread and coffee. Since I was going to visit this place, I brought my Swedish messkit, so there would be no need for an open fire. While the water was heating I saw this branch, full of mosses, at least 5cm thick.
Beyond here, there was the great "Nothing". I could not see any further than the cliffface and the world just stopped, vanished.... wasn't there. A really strange sensation. I did here some birds of prey call, out there somewhere to the left. This cliff is known as the roosting- and nestingplace for the pilgrimfalk (falco peregrinus), for instance, and the berguve (Bubo bubo) is also found up here.
Beyond the edge, there was the great "Nothing". I could not see any further than the cliffface and the world just stopped, vanished.... wasn't there. A really strange sensation. But I also had noticed all along the trail that if you can not see far around you, you are forced to look closeby and rediscover the small wonders right at your feet and in your face.
While I was preparing my lunch I quickly puit on my jacket again. The wind had picked up and was blowing the clouds from way down there, up into my face. It was like smoke rolling in. Also the droplets from the clouds caused local rainshowers falling from the trees. The needles collected so much moisture that that quickly turned into droplets.
|Some people are so stupid. I found close to the cliff's edge. Right in the middle of the natural reserve!|
|I took care of it and scattered the rocks, woodblocks and coals all around. I then camouflaged the scorged surface with pinedebris. When i went home, the place looked like this.|
|A final look onto this wonderfull place....|