Monday, August 30, 2010

The Search, the Find

In the autumn we gathered baskets, donned thick woolen sweaters, slipped our feet into hiking boots, packed sandwiches and a thermos of coffee, pocketed compasses, a jackknife, and a small brush.  We took the subway to Central Station, switched to a commuter rail that connected the orderly bustle of Stockholm city proper to the suburbs and beyond.  At the near end of that line, we disembarked and waited for a red bus that would carry us to a dense, mostly pine forest, with a needle-strewn floor, moist with moss and yesterday’s rain.

The first leg of the journey was a hill where the ground had been trampled.  There are no secret places ninety minutes from Sweden’s capitol city, but with enough persistence we always found a few pockets of undisturbed woods...



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