The Stone shipEvery now and then I am overcome by a strong, aching sense of longing, usually in the springtime when the world awakens from it’s slumber. This is when I cannot help but think that another year has passed and that the memories of my friends have faded even more.
This is when I pack my bag and I start my hike, -alone, to the place where we said goodbye to Patrik and Rickard. Though this is not their final resting place, it's the very place that Rickard choose. I go there just as the last snow has melted, and the paths are still muddy and difficult to climb. It’s a way for me to try to make sure that I will be alone and not run into other hikers or tourists. I’ve chosen the long route, it’s a decent walk and I reach the old castle ruins just before noon. I carefully climb up the thousands and thousands of small rocks piled upon each other, and I navigate across the slippery ridge to the point where I have the best view of the lake.