Having walked the western side of the Grinda loop yesterday, from the north harbour to our cabin, left us the eastern side for today.

But first, a very rustic breakfast in our very rustic cabin. Our cabin was also the highest-numbered and the furthest away from the reception. I was wondering yesterday why they wouldn’t give us anything closer, but as I passed the other cabins on our “branch” of the road, I saw that all but one were occupied. So we may have gotten one of the last free cabins.

Having had to walk extra yesterday to get to our cabin gave us a bit of a head start today. Well, I did have to walk all the way back to drop off our key, but I could do that without carrying my pack.

The path to the east of the cabin village passed through pine and spruce forest and was mostly narrow and uneven.

Descriptions of the route promised great views from the highest point of the island, at its south-eastern tip. We didn’t find the views particularly spectacular, compared to others that we’d seen before.

On the map, the path hugged the coastline. In practice, it was always just far enough from the seashore that we didn’t get any views. We did get this view of a small islet, with abundant colourful Sortera dumpster bags!

The path was messy. We often lost track of the markings and had to back-track to fin them again, or just forge forward and assume that we’d strike the trail again. We actually didn’t enjoy this section of the path very much. It felt like a chore.

It was a relief to get back to the central, civilized parts of Grinda.

Grinda is small enough that everything is within an easy walk, as long as you stick to the main lanes. The loop around its edges was 10 km, though.

With the short distances, we could buy ourselves ice cream (or rather, Ingrid could) at the cafe at the centre of the island, wrap the ice cream up in a sweater, walk all the way to the south harbour, and enjoy it there while waiting for our boat back to Vaxholm.