Ron's readingtable

Richard Dawkins - The God delusion
Lars Wilderäng - Stjärnklart & Stjärnfall

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Sunshine & sharpies

The summerheat doesn't allow to be very active, so I spend much of my time hanging around, either in the backyard, behind the computer of sitting around with a book... or just sit around, mesmerising, thinking and dreaming.
I'd hate to see this!
The summer is at its height and with it come a variety of activities.... or lack there of. It remains to be very dry and windy too. The result is that, at this moment, we have reached the highest level of forestfirewarning; 5E. That means the risk for forestfire is very high, because everything is extremely dry. Open fire of any kind is strictly prohibited.
It shows in the plants too. All the ferns and lily of the valley lie flat here, the trees have started to drop their leaves, making it look like autumn already and the moss and grass sound like hay, when you walk over them.

But summer sure does have it's good side too!
Earlier last week Esther and the girl went strawberry picking. There is someone who has several fields of them and you can pick as much as you like cheaply. So she came home with 3... buckets! each containing about 10kgs. One of the buckets gave way due to the weight. Bad quality Chinacrap??
 Later that day I went berrypicking in our own yard. Allthough nowhere near as much as the ladies, but I found a variety of berries "in the wild"; black and red currants, foreststrawberries and raspberries.

They all combined very well with fresh whipped cream!!!

Much of the time is spent at ease. One of the things I did (and regularly do) was lying of the kids' trampoline, looking at the sky, seeing the clouds drift by and see and hear the wind go through the large birchtrees. Swallows sift through the sky, calling and I marvel at their aeronautical abilities... There's the buzz of bees and flies, butterflies flutter around and crickets chirp in the high grass.
During one of these lie-down.and-look-sessions, our youngest one joined me and we watched the clouds, seeing horses, dragons, arrows and all other kinds of things. I had forgotten how much fun this could be... Growing up is such a drag....

I also had some trouble sleeping last week. After lying awake for about an hour I was tired of it (??) and got up. It was shortly befor 04:30. It was already light and I took the opportunity to go for an early morningwalk. This time I beat the sun to it, as I was out befor she was. It had been a long time and I used to be an earlyhour kind of guy, so this experience was refreshing in more then one way. I went to the edge of the lake and sat down, looking at the morningfog drifting by and seeing the lake steam..... As I sat there, enjoying myself, a few cranes to my right appearantly woke up and made their presence noticeable by loudly calling out, shattering the morningstillness. Gave me quite a surprise!! Then they flew off, their trumpeting calls echoeing across the lake.

Not much later I could see the first rays of the sun coming over the treetops and hitting the far side of the lake. Slowly but surely more and more animals came to life. Fish were splashing in the reeds next to me, a couple of tofsvipa (Vanellus vanellus) decided to pick up, where the cranes left off and not much later a single loon joined in, as it slowly swam across the lake.
There were many smaller birds too and I obviously sat close to their nesting site and in their flypath as a couple of them kept calling and one came very close to my face as it approached its nest. gave me a bit of a scare....

Not much later it turned out that I was not the only "early bird" in the area. The sound of a couple of quads and dirtbikes tore the veil of tranquility violently to shreds..... I will not mind if these city summerguests go back home soon. Silence appearently is scary or threatening to them.

I spend some time doing some things that require low levels of energy. I maintained and sharpened all the "sharpies" in the house. Well... not all of them, but the ones used outdoors mostly. I did not realise we had so many!!! There are fixed blades to all 5 of us as well as pockets knifes. There are the ones we use as tools and the oldies.... Actually there are 2 knives that do not see much use; the leatherhandled heavy one and the Solingenpocketknife. The previous one is nice to use, when wearing thick gloves in winter and the Solingen one is both a gift and not as versatile. The redhandled knife to the right is the restored Mora I showed earlier.

While doing some gardeningwork I found the perfectly intact skull of a bird. Looking at it I was quite taken by the fragility of it and the detail.... Amazing this once belonged to a fully functioning and thinking animal!
It is sitting on a shelf now and hopefully will be joined by a rats' skull next spring. That is what remains from one of the cat's kills yesterday. I left it on a marked spot, hoping it will have rotted clean by then, so it can join the birds' skull. The forest ants are already hard at work at it, but I'll spare you the graphic details. ;)

Friday, July 26, 2013

Given a new life to a Mora Classic knife

A while ago I found this indeed classic knife in a fleamarket and it was in a sorry state. It had been rusting and rotting away for a while and at some point during its life it had been exposed to a lot of moisture around the tip. The sheath was pale and bleached, the stitching had popped open, the knifetip was a lump of rust and at some point the buttonloop had been torn, restitched and torn again... I thought it might make a fun project to do and with the ridiculously low price I just couldn't go wrong.

At home I looked at them a bit closer. The knife showed quite some pitting (rust eating into the metal, causing small holes or pits), due to the rust, the paint was cracked and the handle has some sticky substance on it. Maybe some decalresidue..... The blade says:" Frosts' Mora laminated steel".
The state of the sheath was worse then I thought too. It was cracked and split at 2 points and Skaukraft warned me by saying that these sheaths usually were not made of leather, buth of some sort of pressed cardboard like material.
Some internetsearching showed that the knife, a Mora Classis, usually had an unpainted handle coming with this sheath and a painted handle with a plastic sheath. So appearantly this is not a original mix either. Not that it matters, really.

The first thing I did was to gently clean up the sheath and then rub it with a little saddlegrease. This brought back the colour immediately, making it look like leather. The sheath itself is very hard and springy, as if it were shaped wood. Maybe it is a leather/cardboardcomposite? I don't know. All I know is that the sheath responded well to the greasetreatment, gained colour and retained its shape.
Next I took the sheath apart. I unclipped the metal clip at the back, took off the torn loop and took out the rotten stitching too. After that I sanded the entire knife, both handle and blade. Some of the red paint has gotten deep into the grain and is near to non-removable. The pitting at the knife's tip is more serious then I had initially thought it would be. This called for a chemical solution; a vinegarbath.
Befor that I oiled the handle with vegetable oil, so it would be a bit protected from staining by handling or the vinegar.

While the blade was bubbling away in the vinegar (due to the chemical reaction it really does bubble) I turned my attention to the sheath. Taking out the rotten stitching meant restitching and here's where the sheathmaterial had a little surprise in store. Since it is so hard I could not reuse the original stitchingholes. I guess the sheath is wetformed and stirched immediately afterwards causing the material to reform around the stitches. I had to make new holes. During that procedure I found out that it indeed does behave like cardboard, so after initially resisting you it suddenly gives way, leaving big holes. So care needs to be taken here. Also when stitching the holes tend to tear, when the thread is being drawn to tight. I used a saddlestitch, by the way, meaning working with 2 needles simultaniously. You thread the needles through the same holes, but in opposite directions.

After this was done I figured it might be a good idea to add some protection to the old and abused sheath and some grease would not be sufficient. So I added beeswax.
I melted an amount of wax, using the au bain marie-method; a tin of wax, placed into a pan with water on the stove. This way the wax is not directly heated, does not overheat and thus the risk of ignition is greatly reduced. It also makes it easy to maintain control over the wax' temperature, so you don't easily burn yourself using it.
When the wax had melted I dipped the lower half of the sheath into it, in several dips, letting the wax set between each dip. This wat the larger openings in the sheath are all filled up and the sheath is watertight. It is the same principal as with making leather flasks, tankards and such. After setting the excess wax was gently scraped off and I rubbed the sheath with some cloth. The result was very pleasing! The sheath got a nice sheen to it and indeed had the holes in the bottom been plugged firmly. The wax remained sticky however, due to the handling and the high (summer)temperatures in the kitchen. So after I dipped the tophalf of the sheath I put it in the fridge, cooling the wax to make it solid and more easily workable.

In the meantime I also made a new beltloop. The singleslit buttonloop didn't look to practical, so I made a dualslit beltloop. Simply a matter of cutting a piece of leather to shape. By foulding it double and holding it into place, it'll be nicely symetric. The slits have circulair punchouts, so they do not tear so easily.
I took the knife out of its bath, in which it had been sitting overnight. The blade crealy showed the 2 different sorts of steel used; the edge had a much darker patina then the rest. An unpleasant surprise was, again, the discolouration of the wood, even without it toughing the vinegar. The capillary effect, I guess...
As a final stage I sharpened it and was surprised by how easy the knife took and edge... and a good one!!

And from now on, this knife will be riding the oldschool-bag, accompanying the birchbarkcontainers and wooden eatingutensils. it'll be used as it was meant to, instead of rotting away or lying in some drawer... forgotten.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Going east. Discovering new ways...

I have been planning on going into the woods again for some time, but always found an excuse not to. Too many things to do, didn't feel like it and most of all too warm. Today was forecast to be the coolest day of the week, with temperatures reaching 20°C around 14:00. That sounded just perfect, so I asked my wife to wake me whenever she'd wake up. That usually means somewhere between 06:00 and 06:30. 
Shortly befor 07:00 I got a nudge and I quickly got up, grabbed my clothes and made a light breakfast.  I had prepacked my trusted German backpack the night befor, I added 2 canteens of water and some food for lunch to that and was off at 07:20. The sune was already high in the sky, but at these latitudes that's unavoidable. I set out with a special purpose; instead of playing around with gear, sticks or stones I wanted to see if I could use some of my own "gear"; my eyes, ears and other senses. I wanted to go and do some exercises, suggested in a recently purchased book; Tom Brown's field guide to nature observation and tracking. He suggests that, instead of stomping around, you should slow down, take your time, adjust your way of walking and hone your senses. These are the first "lessons" in his book.
I brought my Finnish beakboots for travelling on the gravelroads, but also took my mocassins for "offroad" use. Using these on the gravelroads is both quite uncomfortable, even painfull and it would ruin the soles in no time. My goal was to explore a new area due east from where we live. There's yet another lake. As I walked down the roads towards the lake the sun was already quite warm and I somehow doubted if this would indeed be a cool day. For now however it was and I deeply inhaled the still fresh air.
About half an hour later I reached the shore of the lake. As one of my intentions was to try to wake as silently as possible and to try a new way of walking, I took of my boots and socks and slipped into my mocs. The way in was all but silent, but what can you expect of loose gravel? I turned of the gravelroad onto a more overgrown gravelroad. Luckily the gravel here had not been renewed for a long time and the stones were much smaller. It still was a bit unpleasant and painfull at times. But on the other hand, the contact you immediately have with the ground beneath your feet, the feedback your feet give you and the lighter way of walking were sheer bliss! 
Tom Brown says that today we walk the wrong way, in what he calls the city shuffle, hammering your heels onto the ground, looking down, leaning forward. He suggests something like the fox walk; touching down on the outerpart of your foot and roll it down, face forward, body straight. So for the next few hours I was going to "mind my step" and it worked! The combination of other footwear and the new technique meant that I could move much more silent, even in the bonedry forestdebris. Fantastic!
As I sneaked along the road I came across all kinds on things; many animalsigns and scores of insects. There were particulairly many butterflies And I even discovered a forestanthighway. It was a path, about 5cm wide, coming out of the undergrowth at the edge of the road and it was black with ants. It first branched off to the left and a bit further it branched off again; to the right this time. It was an awesome sight and there were so many ants I could actually hear them walk! They made a "tsktsktsk" kind of soft rattling noice.
After I had watched for a while in amazement I continued, checking the map every so often. My new way of walking combined with the fact that I deliberately walked a lot slower meant
that my inner distancecalculator malfunctioned. Normally I keep a pace of about 6km/h and offroad that is about 5km/h on easy terrain, such as this. But now I was maybe going 2,5 or 3km/h, messing up my e.t.a.-calculations (estimated time of arrival). These have become an imprinted second nature, so hard to let go....
The further I went the more overgrown the road became and at one point I came across a young tree, partly uprooted and the top nibbled clean. However the leaves were still fresh! That meant something larger had been feeding here a short while ago! The tree was about my size and that was to high for a deer. Unless it had first uprooted the tree and then ate the top. But deer aren't that strong and selective? Why eat only the top? So I was guessing the tree got uprooted by accident during feeding...

I continued, looking at the flowers and insects, thinking about the tree, and practising Tom Brown's splattervision (instead of focussing on one point only all the time, create a field of vision allmost 180 degrees wide) when I suddenly heard a twig snap in the forest next to the road. I froze and listened..... *crack* There it was again! Sounded like a real branch instead of a twig and quite close too! Very carefully I inched my way to the roadside and inbetween the treeline. *crunchcrack!* I stood motionless and listened.... I couldn't see much between the downhill going, dense undergrowth, but I could hear. There was something large moving down there and it was moving slowly. I could here it walk, occassionally stepping on a branch, I could hear it feed, ripping down leaves and moving bushes and I even could hear a muffled bark-like sound. There was something larger than a deer moving down there. I stood motionless, one hand leaning against a tree, my ears cocked and my senses hightened. I don't know how long I stood there, might have been 15-20 minutes, might have been half an hour, but suddenly my patience was rewarded as I saw a greyishbrown furcoat light up between the undergrowth as a ray of sunlight struck the left hindquarter of a moose! It moved at ease, seamingly unaware of my presence. But then I felt a breeze of air, coming from behind, flowing past my skin and I knew I would be spotted the next minute. For a moment the animal froze and then trotted off into the undergrowth. Damn, it was so close!!!

I remained in place for a while, trying to proces what just happened. How could I have come so close? I guess the moose came as close as 20 meters. Was it really the few basic lessons I was trying to put to good use or was it just luck? I also waited and listened, but the animal was gone. No more sounds.... So I moved on and a bit further up the track I came to the end of the road. I had planned to go from here to the next road and then round the far edge of the lake, but looking at the relatively young forest with its dense undergrowth made me decide otherwise. I did not feel like bulldozing my way through that today. So I turned around and tried some of the sidepaths I had seen on the way in; one being very close by and leading
to a small clearence. I decide to take a break here and hopped onto a rock and just sat there. I didn't move, I just looked and listened, still practising my broadviewvision or splattervision and using my ears. It wasn't long befor I could keep that vision untill I saw something of interest, focus on that, look at it and go back to "splattervision". It took a while befor the animals around started acting as if I wasn't there, but then some came real close. There was a large, black woodmouse, scurrying through the grass right in front of me, there was a hare feeding and sitting in the sun, just a few meters to me left and I could hear a larger rodent right behind me. I just sat there, maybe for an hour, maybe an hour and a half..... but I had already seen more animals then on my other walks!
my lunchtable
I heard another familair sound by now; that of a stomage, pleading for food! I hopped of "my" rock and was on my way again. Didn't want to brew a cup of tea here. Too much high grass and undergrowth. Level 4 forestfirewarning is still in effect and everything really is bonedry. Even the moss makes a crunchy sound, when stepping on it! So I went looking for more open terrain, which I found in another sidepath a bit further down the road. There was an old hunterstand and the terrain was cleared from brush and such. I picked a larger rock with flat top, cleared a spot to put down my messkitset and made lunch. Even while I cleared a spot to bare rock, a small piece of moss caught fire. There was quite a bit of wind and the flames from the burner regularly blew around. quickly extinguished it, cleared a larger area and remained there for a while, even after lunch, just to make sure nothing happened. I even poured the boilingwater from the eggs over the surface. If something here were to catch fire, there'd be real trouble in no time.
During lunch I regularly saw a large, shorttailed brown bird flying around, obviously in distress. She seemed quite uncomfortable with my presence and in between I heard some soft highpitched birdcalls coming from one of the trees. So I kept my lunchbreak short.....
some spiderweb in the sun
A casualty of nature and the killer's markings

After this I wandered around a little, looking here, listening there, but several fysical discomforts were making themselves noticeable. It had quickly become warmer than the predicted 20°C, I need to get used to bearing backpacks again, my feet and lower legs had become tired and painfull and haemorrhoids can be a real pain in the rear.... When I left the overgrown road again, I put on my socks and boots and actually welcomed that feeling.... for now. I took a short breather in the shadow by the edge of the lake and smelled the air the came blowing in... Then I made my way home.
But what a day it had been! So much I had learned and seen! Of course I need to practise a lot more, but seeing what I had already achieved, just by slowing down and using some of my senses...

the book that caused it all...

The soles of the moccassins actually showed the new way of walking.
They had slid to the inside of the foot.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

daily doings.... some deep impressions

And the canoe is ours!!!
That aluminium canoe I spoke about a few posts before is now ours. Last sunday, while my wife and I were checking up on our wooden boat, the eka, we were joined by an older man, who happens to have a summerhouse near the lake. We started talking about our boat and how we were going to fix it. The boat is watertight on all sides, but has openings at 3 of the 4 corners. We need to fix that befor we can use it. It also lost an "eye", meaning of the circular marks a branch leaves in the wood. And that happens to be right in the middle of the bottom.....
I asked him if he knew who the owner of the canoe was and it turned out he was. We could have it if we wanted to...... We sure did! He told us he had gotten it as a gift himself, so he just gave it away too. He told us he had not used the canoe for years, since he had gotten to old, but it should still be watertight.
Happy as a kid on christmasmorning I went home. The not so great day for me came with a happy end.

Today we went back, just to take a closer look at the canoe.
As you can see the paint has worn off badly. The canoe is also seriously dented at the bottom, so earlier this week I bought myself a small rubber hamer/mallot. There are no paddles, so we need to get those too, but first things first. The thing had to be taken home for inspection and fixing. Together with my wife I hauled the canoe home. It is a hefty s.o.b.! I didn't know they were that heavy! After hauling it across the field we came to the "path" to our home. Well.... actually it is a strip of land that isn't being looked after, so rocks, old tracks and high grass and weeds. After hauling it for 10 more meters we put our laod down. This was going to be tough.... For no appearant reason I pulled the rope that was still attached and the canoe slid through the vegetation.... Hey.... wait a minute.... I pulled again..... and again.... and then I put my back into it, while my wife pushed. This worked a lot better! We only had to lift when we came across rocks and stones... We got it home, but needed a rest afterwards. This whole portagee-thing I read about suddenly seemed a lot less romantic and easy!!!

At home we examined the canoe up close. We discovered that the bottom had been fixed (plugged with 2 large lumps of epoxyputty is a better description), so that needs some closer inspection. Also one of the riggers is not original and quite rudely installed. There is a slatted insertbottom, which we thought was clever, since it'd keep everything above the water that will inevitably get into the canoe. That is untill we weighed everythning. The canoe itself weighs 25kgs empty. This is without the wooden slats. They weigh another 20!!! No wonder we had to work so hard! The total length is 4,60 meters.
It has no seats at all, so we need to look into that and it comes with 2 separate aluminium boxes at the ends. I guess they are meant as floaters. They fit quite badly, though.
The paint... well.... It looks as if there are 3 layers; a light green one first, then a blue one, which rubs off when handled and a rough brickred one, which I expect to be the same paint that is used on the houses here. I'll need to take it all off, befor I will repaint it.... in bronzegreen or RAL 6031. Love that colour! Below the waterline I am thinking about adding a layer of rubbercoating, which might help limiting the damage with all those rocks in the water here.

The weather has been pretty warm these last few weeks and we barely had any rain. This means that everyting is bonedry and for our entire region we are haveing a level 4 forestfirewarning, meaning no open fire what's however is allowed, except for the barbecue in the backyard. For me it is no fun going out, since I have problems coping with temperatures above 25°C. Makes me lazy and slow and kills any aspirations on fysical activities.
We had one night with some serious rain, though and that brought an immediate change in the garden. All of a sudden there was a large amount of birdactivity going on! There were birds everywhere; in the trees, in the bushes and on the ground.

It doesn't mean I lay around in a hammock all day, however. A few things still need to be done in and around the house, but clearing the roof of a thick carpet of moss is not something I enjoy doing, during the day, so that gets done in the evening. Still plenty warm and dusty up there...
And the day after the nightly showers was nice and cool, so I went to visit a blacksmith there, just to see how they work. I wasn't really impressed by it though. The guy "working" there did not make the brightest of impressions nor did he seem to be the most industrious of persons. His work can be distribed as "basic" and as soon as he started banging his work with a hamer on the anvil I was quite sure that, again, metalworking is not for me. My ears rang a while afterwards and I felt the blows go through my tissue..... Yet, I still want to give it a go, one day. Just to try it out.
We also completed the kolmila (charcoalkiln) It is now completely covered and it will be lit on the last saturday of august after which it will, hopefully, burn for 2 weeks and give a lot of useable charcoal!

The summerweather certainly has one advantage; we swim a lot!!
Last week we went again, quite spontaniously, because this time I wanted to go, instead of the kids. So we packed our things and headed out to our "neighbour" bathingplace. We had it all to ourselves and when we came to the water I noticed a white plastic jerrycan, floating about 20 meters further out. That wasn't there 3 days ago.... Maybe the wind blew it there, since we do have a lot of wind these past few weeks.
We went swimming and when we came out again I saw a gull sitting in the water, next to the jerrycan. I didn't give it much thought and I stood there on the pier, letting the sun and wind dry me up. The gull was still sitting there.... Hmmm.... And then I saw that, when it tried to fly away, it was held down! It had caught itself in something. Could there be a line attached to the can?? I watched the bird try to get up again and again and it clearly was entangled in a wire. The poor thing was getting tired and near drowning. What to do??
I told my wife I was going to the bird, hoping to be able to use one of the rowingboats on the other side of the bay. There is another pier there and there are some boats tied to it. I quickly got dresses and walked around. All the boats were moored with chains and secured with a padlock... all, but one! I loaned a couple of oars from another boat, unhooked "mine" and rowed out. 
a socalled tackel;
2 triplehooks, joined by a piece of metal string
When I reached the gull I was shocked. The gull was indeed hooked. Literally!! It had a triplehook in its beak with on hook sticking out of a nostril and a line wrapped around one of its legs, with another hook sticking through it! Some S.O.B. had been fishing with baited hooks atached to a floater and the jerrycan and has tossed that in the water and left it unattended. I tried to grab the gull, but it fought back. It had strength it its wings and I have a healthy respect for the beak! Also the wind pushed me out of position time and again, at one point pushing me on top of the gull, so I had to manoeuvre all the time. My wife had swam towards me, but realised she could not be of help that way. I had gotten hold of the bird, but it was in to much of a panic and far to strong. My wife was hanging onto the boat, trying to keep in in place with one hand and remove the hook from the beak with the other. Her reward for that was a nip in the finger! So she swam back and was on her way over land to come and help me, but all we had was our caremergencykit. 
While she was on her way over, I hauled in the jerrycan and floater and dragged the gull behind the boat towards the pier, hoping it would not drown. I could keep and eye on it, while rowing and when we reached the pier, I tied up the boat and tried getting the bird out of the water. By the time my wife arrived and had the carkit ready I managed to grab the bird "chickenstyle", pushing its wings against its body and holding it, so its feet and beak were free. Despite being exhausted it struggled and tried to bite us. The head can bend down to reach any holding hands easily! During the struggle the hook in the beak/nostril came out by itself, thank God. It would have been an unpleasant business getting it out of that beak! It did bleed however, so we were hoping nothing to serious. 
My wife simply cut all the lines. avoiding that pecking beak and as the bird was nearly freed, it got a shot at my fingers, too. I had to release it. Luckily all hooks and wire were loose and the birds managed to shake everything off, befor it took off. After a short while it was able to fly away and we felt releaved.
It would have been a horrible ending for the bird. We looked over towards the swimmingpier and got a cheer from our kids. It felt good having done this, even if it was "only" a gull. Because, while we were busy, I got a good up close look at the bird and found it to be actually beautiful. This usually noisy and bold bird was also quite delicate yet strong, slender shaped and gracious and nowhere near as dull coloured as I had thought. Its white was as clear and bright as white can be and the greys were noy pale, but had a deeper undertone and all of it was finished off with a bright yellow beak with bright red patches in the corners. The black and white tail almost seem to of another bird.
We packed our things, left the can, floater, hooks and string for their owner and went for another swim, recapturing our rescuemission. Afterwards, as I swam in the lake, I stopped and looked around, capturing the beauty of this place. The sun was out, the sky deepblue with with dots of clouds. The sunlight shimmered across the water towards me, colouring the land around me in variuos tones of green. There were some patches of brightgreen birch, some darker ones from aspen and maple. Other patches were even darker with spruce and pine and on the other side, towards the sun were brightgreen fields with grass with a red house next to it. The watertemperature shifted with every stroke I made, from pleasantly warm to refreshingly cold.... 
And then, as a grand finale, I got the chance to swim up to 3 storlomchicks and came as close as 10 meters befor they swam off, but without diving! They were obviously startled but lacked the experience to dive and be gone. I could see their silhouettes against the glistening sparks of sunlight on the water...

I felt so alive!

Monday, July 15, 2013

Väglöst - a new Swedish outdoormagazine with a noncommercial interest!!

This is a new "magazine" here in Sweden.
It is being published by a number of people, active at the Sjöviks Folkshögskolan.

Their goal is to create a magazine with focus on naturfriendly outdoorlife. They want to be an alternative to the commercial outdoormarket with its increasing focus on gear, not knwoledge.
I just read their first publication, in Swedish, and I must say it was a relief to do so.... No commercial intentions detected and no ads anywhere!

If interested you can contact them though their facebookgroup; Väglöst FB
or directly;

They only charge the cost they actually make to publish this magazine at about 50sek per magazine. It is intended to appear twice a year.... for now I guess.