|One of the red signs announcing an entrance to the park.|
|A map of the park. No horn blowing.|
|Taking shelter from the rain, and having a beer.|
Yeah, but seriously, we had to kill a bunch of those buzzing bastards. Not so many mosquitos though.
The thing about Masovia is that its mostly sand. Really, like beach sand. This is not Ukraine with its rich, dark loam that makes it a suitable bread basket. Kampinos is a mixture of swamps and sand-filled forests. I don't know how plants grow in such poor soil, but pines and birch are everywhere to be found. There are even some very pretty meadows (one of which offered extremely soft grass for us to park on while we had our picnic.) The trails are beaten sand that can be hazardous for bikes. There were plenty of times we had to stop and simply walk our bikes because the sand was too soft and unsuitable for bikes.
|A sandy path through the forest.|
|A small meadow with soft grass to lie in.|
|Same as above, but with a hot cuppa' on the seat of me bike.|
Time restricted us, and we could only spend a few hours in the park before turning back. A good portion was spent drinking and eating and talking, but we did try to doodle around on bikes on the sandy hills and paths.
|A sign at the beginning of a trail at the bus stop. It reads: Return (or Turn Around) On the nearest trail, you will find that the terrain is not intended for tourists.|
Overall, it was a smashing trip. Next time, I'll go earlier in the morning and explore deeper into the park.