fairytale land

We went to G's parent's place this weekend. It was the perfect country weekend with green pastures, rainy grey days, and the kind of laziness that is actually good for you. I don't think we moved an inch on Saturday. We went on a long, long, long walk on Sunday. We kept walking down this one road waiting for it turn back into the town but instead it keep going deeper and deeper "into no mans land". We had no cell signal for an hour and finally when we could look at the GPS we realized we were in another town.
So we turned around and again walked passed the mushroom pickers, the edible Karl Johan mushrooms, and the poisonous flugsvampar. I personally hate mushrooms, but G was pretty excited. We passed the pine trees and the knee high ant hills, the birch forest that surrounded a small lake, the forest with the light green moss carpeting the ground, and finally we were in familiar territory: by the king deer hunting range, and then the Polish wood-makers house, and then home.
My in-laws live in a fairy-tale land, I wasn't just trying to be descriptive.