Drawing maps
During a period when I was a kid, I drew maps. Lots of them. Islands and valleys, rivers, roads. There was usually an underlying story going on and I would create the landscape excactly the way I wanted it, and if I felt the need to get from here to there it was simply a … Continue reading Drawing maps
The sky above, the road below
Osterøy. 35km away from home. Intriguing lines on the map, roads I haven’t ridden before, places I have yet to see. A formatted memory card and a fully charged battery in the camera—this one is easy on the batteries so I don’t stress much about not finding a spare. And a Strava challenge I’d like … Continue reading The sky above, the road below
Crossing Gold mountain
The mountain, in its native language, is called Gullfjellet. Without knowing the back story, directly translated it would be Gold Mountain, nothing less. I do seem to recall something about how the original meaning of Gull in this context isn’t gold but that’s as far as I recall I’m afraid. For the lack of the … Continue reading Crossing Gold mountain
New old thing
Oh, old hardtail. The one that’s been abused all year long, in rain, snow, salt, whatever the conditions, and received considerably less than the minimal required maintenance. And as a result its moving parts aren’t so inclined to move anymore. Guess it’s either to toss it, or do something about it. I’ve had this hardtail … Continue reading New old thing