Our first little adventure was Tabergsåleden. Almost anyway. It felt safe since we were born in Norrahammar and raised in Hovslätt. Well known territory! And if we would break any legs the main road is within crawling distance. We decided to skip Månsarp and Taberg because, well who cares right? All jokes aside; we were a bit concerned about time and how long it would take. So Norrahammar to Jönköping would do just fine.
We started our walk next to the old ”Folkets Park”. Nowadays there’s only an old staircase left. And a little family trivia: this is actually were my parents hooked up back in the day. Not on the staircase though..I think..
The trail was an easy trail, and rookies as we both are we learned that every trail is marked with a different color. Our trail was green and we soon crossed paths with Smålandsleden which is red.
For me who haven’t walked in my hometown in over 15 years this truly was a walk down memory lane.
We were surprised to see how in bad shape ”Branten” was, but pleased to see that Huluäng was in good condition.
A familiar view.
After our little detour we kept walking the trail which took us through Hovslätt and to Hovslätts Hembygdsgård.
Then we followed the stream to Bårarp which truly is a beautiful place. A bit of countryside close to the city.
Here comes the fun part. Somewhere in Bårarp we lost the trail. Green lampposts were no more! I guess we were too busy looking at sheep or something. Since we were walking in our hometown it wasn’t a big deal, but it’s not a good practice for Kungsleden haha. We knew in which direction we were heading so we kept to the right. We ended up in a big field and literally got lost in a tiny bush. We had branches in our eyes, spiderweb in our mouth and I got scratched by a frikkin pinetree. When we finally got out we saw a nice little path right next to the wild savagebush! Good job! We stumbled upon the trail again though, so it was a good struggle..sort of…
We took another detour through the old Kabe Sommarland; it’s not trespassing when the fence has already been cut open by someone else! You could see some old remaining from Kabes Glory Days, but a part from that it was mostly creepy containing weird furniture and burned out fires.
Then the trail took us right home were we sat our aching bodies down by Munksjön. Home sweet home!