Like last Thursday, I went on a hike after lunch and enjoyed the 0°C cool daylight. Gotta make use of the flextime, I can work when it’s dark. :-)

When passing the sheep I smelled all of them. It was a surpringly pleasant odor in the air. Sheep often stink a bit, but not this time. Forest workers made use of the slightly frozen ground and pulled out plenty of trees. I even came across a working forwarder. Photos turned out all shitty, though.

Entering and leaving the mountain village, I ran into a funeral. I was glad to wear my good hiking boots, the path up the mountain was one thick sheet of ice. Very hard to walk on. At the summit, the Berg-Back-Buben (“Mountain baking boys”) were active and put their baked goods into the oven. Never witnessed that moment before. That smelled really, really awesome.