HANNA'S WALK

We are almost in panic. The weather forecast promise sun and there are cracks in the layer of clouds. But will the sky grew dark within an hour?
No reason to hesitate any further. I take my bike and soon, I’m cycling the big hills and muddy paths in the woods.

There are many places where fallen trees block the path and I have to carry my bike over the tree trunks. This is fitness on a high level.
It wasn’t my intention. I am in a good shape, but not in a peak condition.

It’s a common incident every spring isn’t it? We get too eager and afterwards we look like the figures on my last picture. Bewildered and very tired ❤ 🙂

Vi er næsten i panik. Vejrudsigten lover sol, og der er revner i skylaget. Men hvor længe holder vejret?
Ingen grund til at tøve længere. Jeg tager min cykel, og snart cykler jeg på de store bakker, og de mudrede stier i skoven.

Mange steder er stien blokeret af væltede træer, og jeg er nødt til at bære min cykel over de mange træstammer. Dette er fitness på et højt niveau.

Det var ikke min hensigt. Jeg er i en god form, men ikke i en topform.
Det er det samme hvert forår, er det ikke? Vi bliver alt for ivrige, og bagefter ligner vi figurerne på mit sidste billede. Forvildede og meget trætte ❤ 🙂

Rådvilde og trætte marathonløbere

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God tur derude! I kan med fordel starte ved Holte station.

The temperature is approaching freezing point, the sun is going down, and I’m in the middle of the forest, but where?

Rain gusts had subsided over noon. I can make it before darkness, I thought, as I sat in the train on my way to the forest, Gribskov.
When I walked into the shadows among the trees, the sun was low in the sky, and I decided a short cut down to the well and the horses. A few minutes later, I stood in front of a ‘mountain’ of fallen trees on the small path which was impossible to pass.

Huge trees were broken in the storm and shattered in the fall. Spruces, pines and apparently healthy beech trees lay helter-skelter. It was a sight that surprised me. What an Armageddon when the old giants succumbed. Earth must have trembled as they fell.
I went back down the path, and had a small detour to approach the well. There were no horses, the water ran out among the stones at the bottom of the well.
The hike would be without drinking and without a map.

I forgot the map in my bustle. Who needs a map here, I thought?
Well it turned out that a map would actually have been a great help. The landscape had changed. There were clearings, where before there were woods. And lakes, where before there were meadows. Dark forest roads had changed appearance because fallen trees did room for the sunlight.

A wider forest track enticed me with sunlight, but at the same time I knew that this direction would increase the length of the route. Reluctantly I went back when the desired side road didn’t materialize.

My second choice was better suited. Still, I felt uncomfortable. The cold crept up on me, and a long walk in the silent forest would be an exciting adventure, but unpleasantly dark.
My pace went up, and soon the landscape reminded me of a hike few years ago on a beautiful day when snow crystals glittered and shone in all the colours of the rainbow.

Suddenly I saw hills further up the road and I recognize the landscape again. The mist hid in hollows, the last sunlight set fire to the top of the fir trees and the horses came curiously closer to greet. To increase my excitement ravens flew over my head as to greet me as well.

From the forest guard house sounded cackling, and soon chickens and Muscovy ducks came running down the road. The hens disappeared between the horses’ legs as if they had to test their limits. Quicker than lightning they disappeared up the hill again.

I wonder if they do that every night? Run down the road to get an adrenaline rush and to tease the horses.

The rest of the way to the station was almost without problems. I had some doubt for a moment, but relied on my sense of direction, and soon I saw the station building appeared between the trees.

What a great hike this has been. I’m just as AD-hungry as the chickens at the forest guard house 🙂

Julemand ved Grønnekilde


Ulvedalene, Gribskov
Ved Kagerup station, Gribskov

Happy Hiking ❤ …and remember all your meals 🙂

Kløverstier

Ridder til hest, Billede på granitkvader fra begyndelsen af 1100 - tallet

Ridder til hest, Billede på granitkvader fra begyndelsen af 1100 – tallet

Vi har været oppe på Bastruptårnet, og fantaseret over historien mens vi nød synet af Bastrup Sø og skovene. Bagefter gik vi over til Klevad Mose, der altid er et besøg værd.
På turen bemærkede jeg et Kløver tegn. I kender måske betydningen, hvis ikke,  kan I læse om projektet længere nede i indlægget.
Klik i billedet af Kløversti mærket, og I kan få inspiration til en vandretur ved Bastruptårn via Endomondo.
Kløversti Kløverstier er et projekt der skal forene befolkningens muligheder for kultur-, frilufts- og naturoplevelser med motion og bevægelse.¹
Friluftsrådet, Danmarks Idræts-forbund, Danske Gymnastik- og Idrætsforeninger samt Danmarks Firmaidrætsforbund har samarbejdet om etablering af nye afmærkede stiruter i danske byer.

“Eksempler på skiltning:
Kløverstierne bliver afmærket med kløverskilte i fire farver alt afhængig af rute og længde. Ruten på 2½ km bliver grøn, 5 km blå, 7½ km rød og 10 km sort.
Ved Kløverstiernes udgangspunkt opsættes en større startpæl eller pylon.

Rigtig god tur derude og husk madpakken ❤ 🙂

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I kan læse mere om Bastruptårnet her på Egedal Leksikon

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