Third trip to Eriksberg,
after a full snowfall. I took the bus this time, and once I arrived at the naturreservet, set out on some small vehicle tracks into the woods.












Chotsky shopping in Stockholm.
Parliament building/continuation of Drottninggatan through to Gamla Stan.

The good old bike, sitting by the train station.

The hundreds of bikes parked outside of the train station.


Thanksgiving! So this happened a while ago, the Saturday before thanksgiving to be precise. Kyle, Aaron and I made the food. Realistically, they covered the majority of it and I contributed two pies and stuffing. We, a complete table of twelve, ended up consuming all the food (including a technically undercooked turkey...), but the shortage of dinner ended up being ok seeing as we had heroic amounts of desert. There was a fabulous, steady snowfall all evening long, which eventually provoked massive romping and delight.
Below, roughly half the table. Aaron, Vuokko of Finland, Mari, Hiroka and Kino of Japan, and Eva of Belgium. Not shown are Manon and her friend, Eva's two friends from Stockholm, Kyle and myself.

The deserts, along with julmust (christmas soda), wine and glögg.

The table before dinner.

The obsessive and hilarious process of trying to fit twelve people in and the table to seat them into a tiny five person kitchen. But oh, success ensued.



The second solo trip to Eriksberg and Hågaby. The snow was fresh but not deep and, against Swedish weather odds, the sun was shining. I took a low trail along the river, keeping off the main track. Then, when that train disappeared, I returned to the trail and headed back across the bro to the barrow. The snow on either side of the path had been spun in the wind and left a beautiful pattern there. On this trip I also discovered a convenient bus that stops right at the park, allows me more time in the woods and spares the hazardous bike ride through the snow and ice.

Troll rocks!! I've decided that, if trolls lived in these woods, they would definitely camouflage against these rocks and slurp water from the icicles.

The entrance to the nature preserve.

The view of the cathedral and the castle from the nature preserve - perhaps a distance of 2 or 3 kilometers...

The road by my old fiddling haunt - alas, it's a little too cold for that now. Recently, after the first few little snows, I took a walk out in that direction. The water was high from earlier melts.



A sunrise


Knäckerbröd rounds