It is when you are dog tired on a motorcycle that you are most likely to drop it and I am totally spent. 3.5 miles of gravel road, the last 0.5 is deep and slidey with sand and declines to add to the excitement. My heart was in my mouth when the back end fish tailed. I didn't go down. The cabin was in front of me before I registered it. I was actually parked when my tired senses caught up. That was scary.
Beer in hand we are heading for the sauna hut by the jetty onto the lake. This is secluded, private, quiet. Without mosquitoes it would be heaven indeed. The Fins have no problem with nudity. I need to learn fast. When in Rome be a roman candle! 60C in steam is hot, but I am learning to like it. I do honestly. The walk to the lake sans clothes and the dive into pure cold clean water is divine. We swim a while before returning to the sauna for more cleansing. I get it. I really do.
There is a hammock having between two trees and on the following sunny morning I can't think of any thing I'd rather do...
...except maybe fishing for the first time. When did I chill down to this? Who is this guy?
I'm not going to write about all of the weird injuries and ailments I picked up at this point, because it spoils the narative, and the truth is I had a very fine time indeed. Only the climb out up the dirt and gravel track on Elsa prevents me from waxing lyrical further. Love this place.
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