I have had the pleasure of experiencing the route I call Bergen–Voss; The Bicycle Super Highway twice now. The Super Highway part being a questionable attempt at internet irony. The second time I noticed how I was stopping occasionally along the way asking myself what the bloody h..* I was doing, how I was too old for this and other fine clichés.
So it is no highway, not by any means. And although much of it can be cycled one should be prepared to carry the bike on a few stretches, just–barely–hikeable–with–a–bike–over–ones–shoulder (if that’s how one goes about carrying the trusty two–wheeler), and walk it for quite a bit more.
That is, unless one is more skilled and better equipped than I, for terrain such as this. Which I know a lot of people are. To them I say; go for it, what are you waiting for, etc.
Anyway, I wrote too many words about the first time so this’ll be a slideshow. One that covers only the mountain pass that connects the two roads normally not used when cycling between Bergen and Voss and a short detour. A trip certainly worth the experience. Twice, I don’t know but once, absolutely!
The dam. And insects. Damn insects.
If there is a dam, it’s more likely than not that there is a service road all the way up to it. And often those service roads are just wonderful—fairly well built gravel roads, closed to most traffic, hardly used. Lovely to ride.
There is a dam. My only complaint about it is that it’s only about 5km away. Should have been 50..
Well, and the insects. Can’t remember riding through clouds as thick as these, clouds of agressive, blood–sucking winged creatures whose name in english I don’t know.
So this was the detour. See map below.
Back on track
Since this was mid–summer and the daylight would last until fairly late, detours are ok. Hadn’t it been for the bloody insects chewing their way through the fabric that was supposed to keep them out it would have been a great detour.
But in spite of them, it was well worth it. Especially in hindsight, when there has been plenty of time to hone the memory pieces that needed to be, ehemm, modified. Besides, I still haven’t seen a single insect in all those Kodak moments!
So, back on track. Upward and upward, upward I go? (sorry mr. Cave). And just about here is where the idea of racing stops and hike–a–bike begins.
Paths and such
What follows are just paths and ways, my new favorite category, heavily inspired by someone elses work (never got the author’s site to work in my browser..), gratitude to @rdpxi for bringing it to my awareness and not remember what it was called.