The trail out of Uskavi was soggy and there was still rain around - but not the constant showers of the day before and it's nice to be on the trail, albeit with trepidation.
There's a wind shelter on the trail out of Uskavi going up the hill if you don't want the luxuries of a hostel. It looks cosy with an overgrown roof but it has very little headroom. Creeping room only!
Lunch was at the wind shelter at Stora Gålsjön. It looks a nice spot to camp over but it was not to be this time around. (It was though part of my plan A )
Still, another ten kms under my belt and a chance air my soggy feet. 🙂
I came through Hammarby with just a short breather, and detoured left soon after to collect water. Hammarby lookend a nice place with old buildings and a gushing stream.
In the afternoon I took a detour to the top of Stora Berget, not so very far off the route. It has plenty of open space and fine views and I thought of camping, but the ground was rocky and didn't look great for getting pegs in.
Onward then the wind shelter at Urberget. This is unusual for the trail by not being by a lake. It's just in a small glade in the woods. It's cosy nevertheless with the usual fireplace, woodshed and toilet.
From the windshelter the trail leads on towards Persshyttan, with nice distant views of Nora across the lake, and winding past Digiberget. Oddly I never got a clean glimse of it up close as the trail runs through the woods around the base of the hill. The trail eventually spills out by a sports field which is the old trailhead, with a windshelter. A short walk from there brings you down to a road. Go left to follow the trail, but I was going right...
Two kilometers down the road there's a supermarket in Nora. After looking at limited alternatives I was going to stock up for basically the rest of the trip. The walk there is not great to be honest. It's quiet on the first part but then you have a big roundabout to negotiate, and a stretch along a busy road with no pavement.
Having stocked up a with mountain of breakfast, lunch and dinners (but not trail snacks) it was time to pack up and head back up the road to finish the leg to Pershyttan. Well, after a quick elevenses at a picnic table by the supermarket carpark. Eating it is easier than carrying it!
And so, after an asphalt uphill with full load, I arrived back to the trail, and not long after to the stage end at Tågkafeet (the Train Café) and the railway museum. More of that anon.