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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Some days it just all comes together...

Every once in a while you experience days where just everything alignes and just goes smoothly.
Today was such a day; bright sun, comfortable temperatures, a small campfire (the first one this year) and a bizarre tale with a twist..... which is basically why I am writing this.
It all started quite relaxed; some breakfast, a bit of fiddling around the house, looking at the plants coming up, like the 5 bits of garlic I planted last autumn as a test. They came up, all 5 of them! After lunch I headed out into the woods again to gather more firewood and while I was working I was caught by the sight of a bright yellow butterfly, happily flapping about. I enjoyed it and its very bright colour lighting up in the sun. After a while I went back to work and very soon I spotted a second one, quite close by. I looked at that one for a while too and went back to work...... Untill a third one appeared, seemingly popping up out of nowhere, just like the other 2... Now wait a minute.... Those reading here regularly know I firmly believe in stuff like totemanimals, messengers and such and these encounters rung a bell, deep down in back of my head.... And in my mind I asked the still closeby flapping butterfly, if it was there with a message.... and if it might be time to start talking serious business with a certain person... and seemingly out of thin air another one appeared next to the other! I was a bit baffled... I put down the axe and took a short break.
Shortly afterwards my wife and daughters showed up to see how I was doing and I told her the story, while the girls were running around. She gave me a meaningfull look. After they had left I sat down for a while, thinking about what had happened and I was disturbed in my thoughts when my oldest daughter came back on her bicycle. She stayed with me or near me for the rest of the afternoon and not a single butterfly came near me. They seemed to seek her out though and she came to me telling me the butterflies seemed to appear out of thin air! I must have looked at her funny, judging by her "What?"-reaction.
At the end of the afternoon, when I got tired, we packed up, hopped on our bicyles and headed home. As we approached the main road, we heard someone honking his cars horn behind us. That could only be one person, since only he lives on this road. Yep, the one I should talk to about some serious business. For some reason I told my daughter to stop at the crossroads and we waited for him. We talked a while and I asked him how things were going at the greenhouse. He told me the seeds were sprouting and we should maybe plan a little ahead. I then asked him when I should join him and his wife at the greenhouse again and he quite bluntly replied:" As far as I am concerned I would not mind you taking over the whole thing......"

I was perplexed!

And when I told my wife she was slightly less surprised....
After dinner we lit a fire and sat around, talked a little, had some coffee, the kids ran around having fun and at the end we created a house on fire... by putting an old birdhouse on the fire. Created quite a spectacular sight, but the best part of a fire to me, is the way it enables the mind to roam free, thinking your thoughts and then empty your head. Could use that after a day like this... Sitting by the fire, hearing the sound of the storlom/loon echoing across the lakes and then, all of a sudden, there was the characteristic sound of an enkelbeckasin (Gallinago gallinago). Saw its silhouette against the darkening sky, too.


What more have I been up to?
Not really much actually. Like I said we have been sowing seeds and I have been busy gathering and cutting wood. I was allowed to use a woodcuttingmachine, which actually cuts the wood, it doesn't saw it!
You can shove in a 30cm thick birchtree and the machine cuts it, like a pair of pliers! Frightfull amount of force!
The good thing of gathering wood is that you see and experience a lot of things, that are happening at this time. You see nature waking up all around you, since you spend quite a bit of time in one place and get to see it in detail. One of the details I saw today, was my first sighting of the only venomous snale in Sweden; the huggorm. My daughter almost stepped on one, which was lying in the sun and after she had left, I studied it in peace. Beautiful animal; dark grey with black diamonds on the back. Saw the first honeybee of the season too! One of the best parts of spring is seeing the many migratingbirds coming back. Last week 3 species over 1 night! 
Other than that I am filling my days with meetings regarding our professional future, gathering info and such and (re)reading a lot of plantrelated books. Much of what was thought to be lost, is slowly coming back.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Basic "providing for"...

Thursday and friday I have been out in the woods all day.... gathering firewood!
From one of the local landowners I got permission to take away trees that had been cut down in order to maintain the forest/plantation.
Armed with bowsaw and axe I went to business. The forest was strewn with downed timber! Long and thin trees, no thicker than a grown man's leg, but "slightly" longer.... I did not know where to begin.... so I began with the first tree, right in front of my feet and worked my way from there.
What a satisfying work this is. This is what man should doing! Not slaving away behind some desk, cooped up in a building, not doing some meaningless work for a boss, who generally wouldn't care if you were there or not, as long as he can justify the correct figures and paperwork to the companyleaders, hoping to acquire enough salary, so you can buy your kids the latest and greatest gadget. No, this is what "providing for" means in the most direct sense of the word. One's fysical labor yields direct result for the family. In this case wood for warmth in winter.
For me this type of work is new and the sense of accomplishment, freedom and pride is genuine.....
Being in the woods all day, swinging an axe, occassionally listening to the birds, seeing and hearing the winds coming in as waves, caressing the trees, was a very nice bonus. My wife coming out with a backpack full of food for lunch made it all even better! The best lunch I/we had in a long time! She also made the pictures with her phone....

We found this nice burl.
Unfortunately it was attached to a still standing tree, so it remains where it was....

This tree show the dimension of the logs I wrestled with, kneedeep in spruce- and birchtwigs...
There is another nice bonus; I now know how to sharpen an axe to such a degree I can literally shave the branches of the trees. So that is one more skill to add to the total.
Another thing I learned was to allways keep a piece of wood between the axe's blade and you. Working in the woods like this requires large amounts of energy and eventually you get tired and sooner or later you'll make a mistake. In my case the axe glanced off and swung in a direction I did not intend it to go, biting in the log just in front of my left shin. I shivered imagining what might've happened without that log there.
Not mine, but just like it.
Carrying out the logs from between the trees was actually the most demanding part of the endevaour. I made the mistake of cutting them to size on the spot and carrying them out, instead of just dragging the whole stem out in one piece using a handheld clamp/hook, which I have..... but forgot at home.

Dumb rooky...

I was allowed to loan a book, which happened to be just about this subject. Ved meaning wood... It is written by a Swede and aimed at Swedes, so unfortunately no translation in English.
It deals with all aspects of using wood for domestic use as in heating and cooking. Written in a very pleasant way, sometimes bordering on sarcasm a little, all the facts, science, history, filosophies and emotions around it are addressed; from cutting down a tree to using it as fuel and all the steps of the proces in between.
To those Swedish reading readers here; get this book if you have interest in this matter. You will not be disappointed.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Jean M. Auel - Earth's Children

Well, as promissed I'll try to do a review of some books.
The kickoff is with this 6 book series by Jean M. Auel.

Part 1 - The Clan of the Cave Bear (1980; "Grottbjörnens folk", översättning: Mikael Mörling)
Part 2 - The Valley of Horses (1982; "Hästarnas dal", översättning: Mikael Mörling)
Part 3 - The Mammoth Hunters (1985; "Mammutjägarna", översättning: Mikael Mörling
Part 4 - The Plains of Passage (1990; "Stäppvandringen", översättning: Margareta Eklöf)
Part 5 - The Shelters of Stone (2002; "Nionde grottan", översättning: Tove Janson Borglund)
Part 6 - The Land of Painted Caves (2011; "De målade grottornas land", översättning: Tove Janson Borglund, Helena Sjöstrand Svenn, Gösta Svenn)

I have been thinking how to do this in depth, without giving away all the clues.

For me it started with reading the first book in Dutch and that caught me so much that I ended up buying all 6 books in English, since I think that books should be read in the original language, because often the deeper meanings get lost in translations. And lately I started collecting these books in Swedish as well, simply because I so like the story, which would help me wrestle through it in a foreign language in order to learn that better. The translation unfortunately did not capture the thrill I experienced with the English books, but that might also be because of my still to limited knowledge and understanding of the Swedish language.

The story is based around the main charactre; Ayla, a cromagnongirl ending up being adopted by a group of Neanderthals. You follow her through her childhood as she grows up to become a young adult (we'd say teen these days), when she leaves that group and goes out into the wide world to find her own kind.

What attrackts me to this series is, of course, the Stone Age/outdoortheme and the remarkably deep knowledge AND keen eye for detail the author shows. I often was just blown away by this combination. Many of the skills so admired in the bushcraft/outdoorscene are descibed in detail; firemaking, foodgathering, hunting, knowledge of plants both as food and medicine, use of animalresources, flintknapping, cordage.... you name it!
Add to that the exciting world of Cromagnonman meeting Neandethals, mammuths, giant bears and lions and all the other species of the Ice Age/stone Age world and you can begin to picture it. The author's detailled description helps with filling in any blanks you might encounter.
Another very appealing aspect to me, was the intricate manor in which the author blends all that knowledge, adds a large dose of spiritual subjects and creates a story that is, sometimes painfully, appliqable to our times as well.
She sure did her homework on this epic story and has a very compelling way of writing. I gotted sucked into the books, forgetting the world around me, not hearing or seeing anything
Is it all glory and glamour? No, there are aspects which I did not like all that much; the repetitive nature of writing, when it comes to describing several things, like the previous history in the story. I guess that comes when you create semi-independent stories within a larger series, so you could read the books one at a time.
Also the quite explicit erotic scenes that get drawn out, described in detail, agian and again. It's fun and exciting at first, but after a while it gets annoying and I ended up skipping those repetitions, since I read the books chronologically and thus know what happened. The same for the erotic scenes. Reminded me a lot of those 50cent trashnovels my mom and sister used to read. (Yes, I did peek into those, just to see why they thought those were so exciting...)
And the end of the last book, part 6, left me feeling like the story was not done yet. It was an open ending, without an ending. It feels not finished...

The most exciting parts for me are when the maincharactre is on her own, exploring, foraging, hunting, acquiring and using all sorts of skills and the wonderfull descriptions of the scenery and nature's beings, topped with a thin layer of spiritual essence. (Book 1,2 and 4)
The least liked part is where societies come in with all their complicated human interactions and social activity. Books 3,5 and 6 of which I like the last the least.

All in all, if you are interested in ancient crafts, this era, bushcrafty stuff ( the real deal, not the buy-and-show-part), or anything related, I can wholeheartedly recommend this series!
I went through 3300 pages (5 books) in Swedish in 6 weeks! The 6 English were devoured in under 2 months, too.
Go get 'm! I am on the hunt for the final book, part 6, in Swedish......

Saturday, March 22, 2014

I have a dream....

.....said a man once..... 
His dream covered a large area, both geographical and political.
Mine is much more modest and focussed locally....

Yesterday I had a second, long talk with Esbjörn from Bär o. Plant and it quickly turned out he was actually looking for someone to continue his business. He is nearing the retirement age and his fysical wellbeing leaves something to be desired.
He agreed on educating me on the business of growing plants, herbs and medicinal plants in this case, and showing me the ropes on beekeeping on a commercial basis. The goal is to get me ready to take over and continue! The agreement is there, the mutual will too, but we have to work out all the technical and legal issues still.
So the Trying Woodsman is going to become a Trying Nurseryman or even Farmer!

I allready have many plans, not just for the beginning, but also for the future. Bigger plans than growing herbs. Plans involving growing vegetables, holding poultry, even expanding to a second location here in the village. A location where a large greenhouse in disrepair, a barn in a similar state and a large open area, all owned by an other elderly couple with similar plantgrowing background/knowledge and similar fysical limitations, are involved.

Vegetables, herbs, bees, poultry..... Hell, I might even throw in some sheep and small game!
This all should be sufficient to support the vision I have; To create a situation where I can support myself, my family and the community with organic, healthy and locally grown food. All grown and bred on an all natural basis and in harmony with the ways nature intended. Because of all that I have to think on a bigger scale, just to get it commercially viable. This would provide us with an opportunity to live largely independently, when it comes to food, but also provide us with the means to generate an income or even provide the possibility to barter for other things we need, like meat, firewood or services.
Parttaking in a community, which is allready evolving towards a community with a focus on a local, and often ecologically friendly, foodbased economy, is another one of the motivations.

Tools are to be handoperated or have to be powered as much as possible without the use of petrochemicals, fertilisation is an all natural business and resources are to be based on natural and/or biodegradable foundations as much as possible. The no-petrochemical-principle will be like a red-thread-guideline through the entire operation. All of this would also include, of course, an absolute NO to gmo's, monocultures, pesticides or herbicides, unless they are in line with the previous thoughts.
I am even thinking about plans involving the WWOOF-organisation, but that's just an idea. First things firts...

I got carried away and started designing a companyname and -logo..... but with very basic and limited software like paint.

I love preplanning and daydreaming about this, but... hey, everything starts with a dream and an idea!

Now "all" I have to do, is learning the tools of the trade, get the people involved, some of which I have to meet for the first time still, to go along with it all, write a companyplan and maybe even a manifest, convince the bank that investing in my idea actually is a good idea and...and...and....and....

During this meeting it also turned out the Esbjörn is a hunter. He participates in the hunt for moose. He showed a lot of interest in me mentioning the upcoming natural tanning of the moosehide, currently residing in our freezer. He said that the hides were usually discarded after the hunt...... which might be a future source for hides, brains, maybe even tendons, (small) antlers and other "waste".

Talking about that with my wife later that evening made our brains run at topspeed, cooking up all kinds of ideas.
We probably need to attend markets to sell our grown products. Why not combine that with other things? Like selling the wool figures my wife makes? There allready is quite a demand for them as it is. Having bees mean having wax. That could be sold as is, used in products like ointments or candles.
Drying and selling excess herbs could be another possibility. Selling the worked hides, a possible winteractivity, maybe even some woodwork (the footoperated lathe, remember?) might open up other, growing markets too. Like the ever increasing middle age markets and L.A.R.P-gatherings....

The possibilities are vast and it is a good thing planning and dreaming do not cost anything, but a little energy.....
And all this diversity should keep us busy, spread risk (or increase it?) of failure in one area and avoid overexposure or loss of interest in another.

Am I or are we biting off more than we can chew?
I don't know. All I know is, is that we are more like jack of all trades instead of specialists. I love gardening and working with plants and we both love to do the things I mentioned. The plantgrowing business is seasonal and will take up most of the time between the beginning of april and the end of september, maybe october. That leaves us with 4 months in between with short days and long evenings to fill.
It remains to be seen how we will fare as businessfolks, but I know it will not be my strongest quality...
We have taken one huge step to fullfill one part of a twopart dream by moving to rural Sweden. I feel now is the time to make the second and complete the picture and become semi-independent, whilst giving something back to the world by providing people with good food and cutting down on the overall ecological footprint, making our world a little bit better.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

The last day of winter!

This was supposed to be a great write up about the last day of winter with lots of outside pictures of frost and snow and white awesomeness, but......
That did not happen, allthough untill last night I was actually planning on it. But then, later that night and this morning all sorts of reasons and excuses stated to pop up not to go. One of those reasons is that it actually is my son's birthday today. He turns 13, so I am now officially the father of a teenager and officially and old nag.
But the real reason actually is that I want winter to be over. I do not want to frolic around in the snow anymore and I do not want the cold to last. I want it gone! Spring is all around us and we had a good deal of it last week, before Jack Frost launched his final offensive bombarding us with loads of snow and dropping temperatures. So no real reason to enjoy it any longer. Than why the last day of winter? Because today is the last day that temperatures will remain below freezing all day and we are expecting a load of snow... again. Up to 10cm of it. However it was not nearly as cold as predicted. The -16C was altered into a -9 to -10, but the thermometer never sank below -7.
But spring is forecast to be back by the weekend! And it looks like it will stay here after that.

Another reason is that due to the seasonal change I feel fatigued and a bit devoid of energy and vitality. Happens every year, but thankfully it is not nearly as bad as it used to be. I did not suffer from mental depressions or anything, but I still do feel it fysically. My batteries need more than just a few days of solar recharging. Yet I am also urgeing to get going again. I want to go out and work in the garden... actually more than I want to go out into the woods.

So spent the day doing some chores, looking at the birds and seeing more and more species returning. This week we could add the stare (Sturnus vulgaris) , the bofink (Fringilla coelebs) and we saw a small, brown bird of prey swooping through the garden and in between the trees. Judging by the description it could have been a stenfalk (Falco columbarius), but we can not confirm that.... yet.
The image to the left comes from www.avibirds.com and depicts the shape, size and colour quite good to the upper right.
During a brief and unexpectedly warm period yesterday afternoon, while sitting on out balcony, we heard the duvhök calling again and it received and answer from quite a distance away! I guess from the other side of the lake.

I hope that the returning sun and higher temperatures not only will boost my will to do gardenwork, but also provide me with power to shorten my very long projectlist. I made a "short" inventory of all the things I have been working on, planned and lying around. Having my mancave, a "place of my own", where everything gets dumped into, while passing it, does not really help to keep things organised and create a fun workingplace either. I myself am guilty of that too....

And to give this vaguely outdoorsrelated post at least a little significance I'll add a touch of gear and want to show you our latest acquisition; a set of steelstrikers!
Our blacksmithing friend Erik Vargtand at Svartkonst made them for us. It was a learning experience for him too, since these are his first. We gave him a picture of what we would like to have, but other than that we left it up to him. He came up with this design, which holds a little twist; a bottleopener at one end! He also personalised them by punching in my wife's and my name. It is a unique and matching set.
My wife won a 500kr cheque last year during an event, that's called Konstspaning, where local artists open their workplaces to the general public and show their work. With that cheque you could pay anyone of those artists and we chose to ask him. This way we could at least support a local artist and craftsman.
Tack Erik!!

So you might ask yourself ;"What the hell have you been doing??" So do I....
Well, I've been reading a lot. After I finished Jean. M. Auel's Earth's Children series in English the previous winter, I got myself the Swedish-version too. At least part 1-5 and that was good for 3300 pages of readingmaterial in a foreign language.... It does take it's time, but it does boost my knowledge and understanding of the language as well. There'll be a review on the series soon as well as on other books I have been sinking my teeth in..
I know I promissed that before, so I better keep it this time!

And it's still snowing.....

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Spending time with my son in the woods

Today saw the converging of some circumstances that made it possible for me to spend some qualitytime with my son in the woods; the weather was good, he had a day off from school, the ladies of the family were of to work or school, so we could spend some time alone AND he actually felt like going.
So after the ladies left, we got our things and went... The sun was shining, birds were calling and it was just an overall great springday. We decided to take an appropriate route, called Svensvägen.

We found some really great and fresh badgertracks. First ones I've seen around here. Sven also had a first experience; drinking water straight from the source! We found this stream of meltwater; chrystalclear and stonecold!

During our hike we found the remains of an old kolarkoja (coaler's cabin). The fireplace still was in great shape. If we'd had cleared the chimney we could have used it right away. The ridge in front of the Sven is a remaining wallsection. A bit further into the woods we found a place which I believe to be the site of the kiln; flat, round and no vegetation.

At one point we came across a clearing and we noticed that as soon as the treeline was passed, there was snow remaining on the ground, which was quite remarkable, since the clearing was laying in sun. We walked onto that clearing, sat on some rocks and soaked in the sun..... We used the opportunity to have a little meal and I dropped one of the eggs we brought along. Yet that did survive its fall, due to the container it was being transported in; an empty, plastic spicecontainer. I used that trick a few years ago for the first time and now it came in handy! The raw egg was cracked a bit, but still in one piece and useable. The container bears the scar of the rocksedge it landed on.
While sitting there and just talking a bit, I spotted a large bird gliding through the air.... The buzzards are back!

After the break we moved on, scouting out new parts of the woods. I had left the map at home and since we did not know the terrain we kept to the tracks made by the woodcutters machines, both new and old. After a while we were getting hungry. We figured that the "nearby" viewpoint would be a good spot for lunch, but that still meant a good hours walk at least. It has a fireplace, plenty of wood and would be facing the sun, so more vitamin D to take on board.
We saw quite a bit of animalsigns today; moose tracks, droppings and feedingsigns. Even a very fresh track, having crossed a dirtroad after we had passed that place and we discovered the fresh imprints on our way back, heading toward the viewpoint.
As we were on our way, Sven discovered a sign I had not seen before. It showed a significant shortcut to the viewpoint. I allways thought that path belonged to someone else's driveway, but it turned out to be not. So we took that path. It should be a 400meter hike, instead of a 3km one. The terrain however was "slightly" more challenging, but all the more worth it!

As my son saw me...
When we reached the viewpoint, which had wood and a small hatchet present, we prepared lunch, boiled the eggs and made tea. Sven had brought his old German army messkit and I my Dutch army canteen. We took it easy for quite a while, sitting in the sun, relaxing, chatting and I learned him a few tricks, such as making a brush from a birchtwig and how to use it as a dishes brush, together with the ashes from the fire. He then made a brush for himself, pounding the twigend with the backside of the hatchet.
I had brought my binoculars and they came in handy. We looked at the terrain around and below us and watched first one, then two buzzards gliding through the air. I am sure one of them we had seen earlier.

After lunch we took the long way home. We were getting tired, especially Sven, since we did not just casually stroll through the woods, but kept a bit of a pace. He certainly is not used to this kind of exercise. But we both had enjoyed it and each other's company.....
Days like this make good memories!

Passing one of the many miningholes on our way home and we made it just before my oldest daughter came home from school. Good timing.. ;)

Some of today's afterthoughts;
Small boys get bigger real quick! Sven was wearing one of the Dutch army jackets I wore in service some 25 years ago! Whilst I was wearing the matching pants and noticed that these were starting to fall apart literally, the jackets are still going strong. So I can pass some of my own old military gear down to him. I somehow think that that is a bit special... He also loved the daypack, so that is his now as well.

Spending such a day with someone else is great fun. Sharing trouble is half the trouble, but sharing fun is double the fun.

I really like the canteen from Sven's German messkit. It is an aluminium one with a large bottleneck and an cap that has a wider screwthread which makes it easy to open and close. The water it contained tasted a lot better than the water from my plastic bottle, too.

My bag was loaded to heavy. I need to carry the waterbottle separately in order to reduce bulk and weight. Adding a wider shoulderpad is on the to-do-list too.

The belt was handy in winterconditions, but cumbersome in warmer weather, when you want to take off layers of clothing. I think I will transfer some "essentials" to the bag, but most of them can easily be left in the pouches, since I have doubles or can easily make or get them. I'll have to think that over.


And after having spent a good portion of my day with my son, I ended up spending a part of the afternoon with my oldets daughter.....helping her baking cupcakes..... The life of a dad can be full of surprises.....

And while I am at it, I want to show you something our red cat caught, and I saved, yesterday....
Me and the Mss were strolling though the garden, looking at all the signs of spring and watching him hunt and catch something. Something that did not look like the usual mouse or vole!

Pay attention to that look in its eyes!

Is it a beauty or what

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Spring is here!!

This morning we got the final confirmation by a passing flock of cranes over oue house; spring is here!!
And with them they brought the sun and warmth!
we had a very sunny day today and temperatures rose to above 10C.

The signs have been all around us and quite visible for a few weeks now.
We saw a woodpigeon on very rainy, cold and miserable thursday, februari 21st, male blackbirds a few days later, a couple of swans on the first day of marchand the last week we heard and saw geese.
The snowdrops started blooming on march 4th, followed by crosuses 2 days later. But in between, on februari 21st, Jack Frost flexed his muscles one last time by dumping a good 20cm of thick, heavy, wet snow on us, followed by a good thaw the next day and a strange sunset through the clouds, casting the world in a saturated, deep reddish pink light. very surreal!
And as an encore we were visited by a large group of sidensvansar (Bohemian waxwings or Bombycilla garrulus) You can actually hear the group moving!
The first day of gardeningwork is a fact too and so is the reminder that the body slips out of shape after a "winter" of inactivity.
Yesterday I also had the pleasure of meeting the couple that used to keep bees and grow herbs and medicinal plants on a commercial basis and it turned out that we do have quite a lot in common. It was quite a pleasant meeting and when we left, both my wife and I had the strange feeling that they had been probing and reaching out to see if there would be possibilities for a future cooperation in said fields. I also left with the assurance that I'd be welcome to come over and tag along and learn about it all, when the season starts in about 4 weeks.
All in all very interesting and exciting times!

Friday, February 21, 2014

Peeing in the woods by Melinda Palmer

After our familyhike of januari 12th, seen here, I stumbled across an article which regards the female side of natural necessities in the woods. It is an article by a Mrs. Dirty, who wrote about that in her blog. I asked for her permission to share that article, yet received neither permission nor was I denied it.
So I'll just post it anyway. The info and the article are to good not to be share and since I am shortening my "to-be-published-someday-list" I might as well add it today, too...

*update 2014-03-06; just got the confirmation and approval from the author.
Thanks Mrs. Dirty!*


Peeing in the Woods

" Let’s face it. Whether we like talking about it or not, everyone who has ever ventured into the woods for a significant amount of time must eventually pee in the woods. It’s going to happen…unless you are severely dehydrated, which I do not recommend. For boys, like Mr. Dirty, this is such a small issue that it doesn’t event register on his radar as an issue. Boys are taught to pee on trees from a very young age. In fact, our son – Dirty Boy – went through a stage (when he was 2… not recently) in which he would ONLY pee outdoors. It disturbed the neighbors so we had to put up a privacy fence. For those of us who are less equipped for the situation (read: females), peeing in the woods can be traumatic. The misters who are reading this right now are probably thinking that I’m over exaggerating by using the word “traumatic.” Trust me, guys, I chose that word for a reason. Want an example?
Just this summer, Mr. Dirty & I took Dirty Boy and his friend (shall we call him Dirty Friend? I don’t think he would be offended) on a short backpacking trip to one of our favorite destinations: Panther Creek Falls in North Georgia. The trip was amazing. We pitched our hammocks right beside a large gazing rock that overlooked a small series of falls. It was perfect. Perfect weather, perfect food, perfect setting, perfect company. In summation, it was perfect. Except for the peeing in the woods part. Before I climbed my worn & weary body into my well hung hammock for the night, I had to venture far into the dark woods to pee. Did I mention that the woods were dark? I grabbed my yellow bandana (reusable toilet paper – just wash & dry) and forded a HUGE stream – okay, now I’m exaggerating. I hopped over this tiny stream to find a nice secluded spot, well off the trail and away from the water source, where I could do my business. I found an awesome spot with a downed tree that I could use to balance in order to avoid peeing on my shoes. It’s not as easy as guys might think. JUST as I was unzipping my pants and they were traveling to my knees, from behind me came a low but steady growl. It makes the hairs on my arms stand up when I even think about it! Needless to say, I whipped my pants up and took off running. I jumped that stream like I was Lolo Jones at the London Olympics!! All of the boys on our trip like to tease me about it being a rabid squirrel, but I know in my heart of hearts that it was something much bigger and with scarier teeth than that! After that trip, I made it my mission to find an easier way to pee in the woods.
I researched hiking in skirts – with or without undies. I was all set to go sans skivvies until my lovely mother informed me that I would be quite miserable if I happened to get ticks in places where ticks should never go. Thanks, mom. I had already purchased a few running skirts for my upcoming section hike of the Appalachian Trail. These are awesome skirts. They wick moisture & are quick drying. At the time, I planned to remove the inner compression short so that peeing in the woods would be an easier task. But that was before my conversation with mom – who, by the way, thinks I have lost my ever loving mind.
As I was stalking the trail journal of a female AT thru hiker, I came upon the mention of a certain product that I never knew existed: the pee funnel. Apparently, this is a big industry! A quick perusal of Amazon.com brought multiple options for how to pee in the woods ranging in price from $8 to $30. Being the cheapskate that my mother raised me to be (thanks again, mom), I knew that I had to find a cheaper alternative. Off to Wally World I went in search of a funnel that I could use as my very own pee funnel.
My search of the Wally World shelves made me feel a bit like Goldilocks. The first one I found was much too wide. It was bigger than both of my hands splayed side by side. It simply wouldn’t work. The second one was too long & much too phallic-looking. I could imagine the looks and comments that I would receive with THAT thing attached to the outside of my pack! The third one that I found was – as we all know from the story – just right.
“What funnel did you find, Mrs. Dirty?” you may be asking. Well, in the camping section of my local Walmart, I found Coghlan’s fuel filter funnel… (also available on Amazon.com)!! Let me tell you about this funnel. It is made of a yellow (love it!) polypropylene and is 2.25 inches in diameter. The best part is that it only weighs half an ounce and comes with a handy little chain that I can use to attach it to a small carabineer for hanging on my pack. I didn’t measure it; I promise. I looked it up.

Yesterday, Mr. Dirty & I went out for a small hike at our local state park. I wore my new North Face Cirque-U-Late running skirt – which I highly recommend for its total awesomeness.

When the need arose to pee in the woods, it was magical & completely liberating! What is to follow may be a little TMI for some of you (read: guys), but the ladies will want to know. So here goes. The compression shorts under the running skirt are very easy to move to the side; therefore, enabling the use of the pee funnel. I didn’t need to remove my pack to pee. I didn’t need to expose my backside to bears, bugs, boys, or baneful botanicals (read: poison ivy or poison oak… I needed another “b” word to keep up the alliteration). Another bonus of using the pee funnel, which I have dubbed the shenis (don’t judge, just laugh), is that it cut down on wasted time on the trail. We covered more ground in less time.
I highly encourage any hiker who is feeling emboldened to purchase a pee funnel. Yes, I said ANY hiker. Guys, help your lady hiker friend out… gift her with a pee funnel. Ladies, get you a pee funnel. It’s equal to the ratification of the 19th Amendment to the US Constitution."

Thoughts on snowshoes

I am no skier... yet, but I do need some (easy) means to propel myself in snowcovered terrain. The easiest way to do that would be with snowshoes. However I do find very little on the subject here in Sweden. Appearantly it is all skis around here, yet some internetdigging brought some interesting iformation to the surface. Gustav Vasa appearantly used them when he was caught by people from Dalarna, while he was moving toward Norway. I found a bit of information about the use of snowshoes in Sweden at around 1500, but other than that information seems to be sparse.... or well hidden.
What I found seems to originate from "Olaus Magnus Historia de gentibus septentrionalibus, bok IV, kap. 13", according to http://blog.svd.se/

I kept looking for images too and strangely enough I found it all at a site called Digitalt Museum.
The following images come from their databank and give some idea on shape, size and materials used.

A snowshoe belonging to the collection of friherre Emanuel Thure Cederströms (1848 - 1920), which he donated to the university of Uppsala in 1918. I could not find anymore information on this type, how it was used etc.
Info on this snowshoe here
A type of snowshoe from the Sundsvall museum. It doesn't look awefully hard to make and I suspect it actually does increase flotation on the snow. No info on how old it is or where exactly is originates from.
I found another, similar one, with more space between the slats and that originates from Uppland 1912
info on this type here
I love the next one!
Appearantly produced between 1850 en 1900 and can be found in the armémuseum, so it obviously has a military origin. The design of the shoe itself is very similar to WW2 snowshoes as used by The Brittish, US and even Germany.
How the ski would make going easier..... I don't know.
Info here
The next one dates from 1940 and was donated to the armémuseum by Försvarets Materialverk, meaning Defence matérialfactory.
It is made from a metal frame with weaved leather strands. Length 780mm. Width 300mm
The snösko fm/1968. There are version with a metal frame and bambuframe. The webbing is woven cloth.
If I chose to get snowshoes, and I most löikely will, it will be this type. It seems to provide better floatation, the webbing is not so much prone to damage or distortion by wet conditions and it just seems a better type for negotiating filling and rocky terrain. They do come with cleats, if I am informed correctly.
You'll find even snowshoes for horses in Sweden;

Swedes in Canada