Saturday. I was supposed to go studying for a couple of hours at the library. But then Hannes called and told me to pack some lunch. Fifteen minutes later he picked me up with his car. The sun was shining from a chillingly blue sky. I couldn’t really say no, could I?
He drove us to Fiby urskog. Urskog means virgin forest, but I’m sceptical. I’ve been taught that there’s only a tiny bit of forest up in the far far north of Sweden that hasn’t been affected by humans in one way or other.
Still, it was really pretty and made for a nice Saturday hike.
Hiking trails in Sweden are not at all like the easily accessible boardwalk trails in the Pacific Rim National Park Reserve, and the forests are not as green as in the Olympic National Park. They are different, but I like them all.
It’s nice to have, a friend who takes me on Saturday hikes.
Katja Malmborg 