The road climbed still higher and was now empty of cars. There were no houses or cabins, just endless pine forest. At the crest of a hill I stopped next to a large log pile. I was keen to push on to the Norwegian border but I saw a muddy path leading into the forest made by huge tractor tires. Many trees had been felled creating a vista down the valley. Staying just within the forest I followed the path away from the road. The silent, cool atmosphere of the forest soon took over. The trees were packed in close to each other but the forest floor was fairly barren. Along the edge of the felled area enough light had penetrated the gloom for some small flowers to grow
The road climbed still higher and was now empty of cars. There were no houses or cabins, just endless pine forest. At the crest of a hill I stopped next to a large log pile. I was keen to push on to the Norwegian border but I saw a muddy path leading into the forest made by huge tractor tires. Many trees had been felled creating a vista down the valley. Staying just within the forest I followed the path away from the road. The silent, cool atmosphere of the forest soon took over. The trees were packed in close to each other but the forest floor was fairly barren. Along the edge of the felled area enough light had penetrated the gloom for some small flowers to grow
