A hike to and on Hästängsåsen (the Horse Meadow Ridge)
The hike is partly on paved bogs ......
..... and along ice age deposited sand ridges
Here we see remnants of an ancient winter transport route. All heavy transports took place in the winter by horse and sleigh.
Thank you, enthusiasts who voluntarily maintain this hiking trail
Here we see one of the mighty sand dunes
The winter route made a turn here - "The Vodka hook"
And here I am sitting on one of the cornerstones of the tavern that gave the name to "The Vodka Hook". Captain Munck from my Regiment built it here a couple of hundred years ago so the teamsters could drink some warmth(at least they believed so)before crawling under their sheepskin rugs on the sleigh.
Some imaginative person has tried to get some order in the ants' traffic on the ridge
Here we look out from the southern end of The Horse Meadow Ridge over The Horse Meadow's lake and The Horse Meadow's bog.
According to consistent experts, one of Sweden's most beautifully situated boghouses ....
.... and the views are truly breathtaking.
Here, the sand ridge has divided into two branches. I do not know why but the valley is called "Ola's boat".
The sad remnants of a peat drying rack
Nostalgic walk on Rommehed a rainy July day.
(Our old regimental camp)
In 1939 Sweden bought 138 light 10½ cm field howitzers from Germany. Rheinmetall manufactured 11000 of them 1935-1945. Range 12½ km
The gaol and the camp supervisor's residence
Cousin Svante on the cottage stairs on the other side of the lake
Here comes my friend Anders with seat cushions and life jackets ....
.... because we are going to take a boat trip
Coming on the path from the well with fresh drinking water
Rusty petrol barrels dumped in nature
Far out in the wilderness there is a spectacular steep mountain side which we visit now and then for the view. One can see the church 12 km to the south.
Last years photo from a Piper Cub J-3
Once again to the promontory.
(red circle=summerhouse)
Coffee with Kerstin, my friend and colleague Lars and his wife on the tip of the promontory. And Cayenne of course.
The evenings darken towards the end of July
A visit to the Bridal Forest chalet