Day 17 – to Gränjestjärn, Idre

A few spots of rain overnight, chiefly noticed at 5:30 am when Roja woke me to request access to the outdoors. His stay out there was brief, but enough mosquitos around for me to decide to return to bed.

Those early showers gave way to a fine day though, and after a brief wander down the riverbank we moved on northwards to Idre. There are hills here I’m keen to get into tomorrow, but for today we settled on a paddle and hike around Burusjön lake.

Idre, a town of moose.

There is no camping on the road up to the Nipfjället massif, so I found a place, quite alone, at Gränjestjärn, a smaller lake or tarn.

Later in the afternoon a Dutch couple pulled over for the night, in their green self-converted transit, with two female dogs for Roja to befriend. We ended up chatting over a drink for most of the evening, their mosquito technology keeping the threat at bay.

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Where is Andy?

Shap, Cumbria circa 2016 – Tia, Roja and Mac behind

I was so much older then…

Dartmoor 2019


Quote of the Week

Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, ‘What road do I take?’ The cat asked, ‘Where do you want to go?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the cat, ‘it really doesn’t matter, does it?’


Lewis Carroll