Mitt på spängerna

The church bridge at Tärnsjö is one of those paths that makes you wonder why the car was ever invented. It winds its way between forest and marsh like an old story that still wants to be told — and you walk there and think, “Well, here they used to walk in church clothes and clogs, while I’m puffing in a functional jacket and boots with Gore-Tex.” When you then walk on towards Österbo’s mountain huts, it almost feels like nature is applauding you. The fir trees stand there like old audience members and nod: “Look at that one, she’s trying anyway.” And just when you think your legs are going to give out, the forest opens up and there the mountain huts lie, sunlit and quiet, like a reward you didn’t know you needed.

Kyrkspången vid Tärnsjö är en sån där stig som får en att undra varför man någonsin uppfann bilen. Den slingrar sig fram mellan skog och myr som en gammal historia som fortfarande vill berättas — och man går där och tänker att ”jaha, här …

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