Hjälm to Stora Hornsjön
What a beautiful start into the hiking day, as the low sun is flooding the lake and farmland with golden light. The tranquility ends, once I pass a rather big school. An armada of mothers in their Volvo SUVs is dropping of kids in front of the school. It looks like madness. I guess in Sweden the way to school can be long.
Leaving the busy street behind, I follow some kind of ridge, offering spectacular views towards the sea. It's close, very close. Only around 3 kilometers to my right. I can't wait to finally dip my feet into the salty water.
Soon enough, reality is catching up on me. I follow an overgrown trail for several kilometers, knowing that I collect ticks with every step. The last few days have been completely okay. One or two of them each day. That is fairly acceptable. Today it's a whole lot more. To prevent them for climbing to far up my leg, I stop every couple of minutes, doing a strip tease in front of some trees or amused cows. Bending and twisting my back to check if there are any ticks on my back. I try to see the bright side of it. It's good stretching. Yet, I try to keep my hiking spirit up by day dreaming of the beach. Walking with bare feet, sand between my toes, the ticks far, far away. Soon, I say to myself. Soon.
Currently, I am living or hiking for the vindskydds. Often, they are the highlight of my day. Not different today. Sweet location by a sandy beach, several fire place and basically no other soul around.
As it was just 30 kilometers today, I arrived early and now have plenty of time to savor the rest of the day: Reading my new book at the beach, going for a quick swim and cooking dinner over the fire.
I enjoy every minute as long as I still can. Tomorrow will be the last time staying in a vindskydd by a lake. Day after tomorrow's night will probably be spent somewhere in the forest and then... No idea if they have the shelters at the coast. I certainly hope so but you never know.