Getting ready for Sunday
The lovely chileana whose place I stayed at last night reminded me that it was unusual for shops to open on Sundays, so I would need to make any food purchases before leaving Fränsta. This meant waiting for the ICA down the road to open at 0900. So it was another late start, and by the time I had done a couple of circuits of the aisles, etc trying to find things, it was really getting on.
A pleasant river walk
For much of the morning, the path stayed close to the river. Trail conditions varied from level path well padded with pine needles and leaf litter, to ankle and knee threatening bare rocks and twisted exposed trre roots.
Later in the morning it was a return to the gris àvagen - the grey road, some asphalt as the route went through a hamlet, and some track.
Borgsjo has a wonderful church, and some wonderful late 60s two door cars from the US. I stopped briefly to admire a 1967 Buick that had rumbled past me sedately a little earlier, and chat to the driver and others admiring the car. The offered some advice about what to do on my rest day in Ostersund that I said I might decline, thanked them, and headed off.
St Olav spring
The route then took me to one of many St Olav springs along the way, and to the first deployment of a head net. It worked, and I got to my next stop at Tälje without being totally drained of blood.
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