Bikepacking Summer 2024 Day 11:
Alvesta, Moheda and then the road disappeared

Morning view over the Åsnen lake

Morning view over the Åsnen lake.

Standup paddlers preparing at the lake Åsnen

Standup paddlers preparing at the lake Åsnen.

Red cabin at the Ånen Lake

Red cabin at the Ånen Lake

Forrest road
Selfie with a red house, field and lake

Still the Åsnen lake in the background.

Outdoor museum 'Huseby Bruk'

Huseby Bruk

Gravel Road through fields
Road trough farmland
Abandoned buildings in Moheda, Sweden

A feeling of Wild West in Moheda.

Mountains of fresh gravel beside a gravel road

The home of gravel.

Meeting two Mountainbikers on a gravel road

At first glance, I thought they were policemen on mountain bikes.

High gras and vegetation where there should be a road

Do you see the path? Pushing the bike trough the high grass, while wondering how many ticks I will have to remove later.

Very difficult road through the forrest

Mountain bike terrain.

Mushrooms in the forrest

Last picture for day. Exhausted.

This morning, everything is still wet from the night's rain and the sun is slow to break through. While I wait for my clothes to dry, I chat to my tent neighbours, a heavily pregnant couple from Kalmar. A group of stand-up paddlers are getting ready on the beach and soon my things are dry and packed.

I cycle the ‘banvallsleden’ along Åsnen northwards past beautiful landscapes to Huseby Bruk. Here the navigation system wants to take me through the old manor, which ends at the latest at a closed iron gate. While Garmin uses all its computing power to find an alternative route, I miss another turn-off and have to turn back.

I arrive in Alvesta, somewhat annoyed, where I eat a pizza and charge my powerbank. There is such a strange atmosphere in this town that I want to get back on the road as quickly as possible.

While there is a general no-future mood in Alvesta, Moheda is already one step ahead. Here, nature is slowly reclaiming what people built decades ago. 

After Moheda, the topography changes and the path slowly climbs up through a wooded hilly landscape. The path through the woods becomes increasingly difficult until it is finally completely overgrown and I have to push the bike along the blue line of the navigation system. With hindsight, I would have opted for route 128 to Lammhult in Torpsbruk. But now I push the bike through the woods to the point of exhaustion. 

Back on the road, I take the first place I can find to camp for the night just before Lammhult.