After days of discouragement sourced from this neighboring forest's relentless hostility, I have serendipitously been offered a spectacular new mode of alternative transport! Red, white, and retro; she's one of the most beautiful bicycles in all the land. Temporarily she will be all mine. So my evening wooded walks have as of late transformed into evening bicycle jaunts. There will surely be less possibility to connect with nature in the slow, quiet way I was able to in Denmark, but it's just as well as these forests seem to also lack the tiny wild life I so loved to discover if you don't count the ants. So instead I will be riding aimlessly around on the surrounding dirt paths and tiny roads, past the ubiquitous Swedish red houses, peeping in on these farmers and how they like to live, jumping into the lakes I find, etc.