An alternative title here could be Bergen–Voss: The Bicycle Super Highway.
Which I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing twice now. The second time stopping occasionally along the way to ask myself what the bloody h..* I was doing, how I was too old for this and other fine clichés.
In other words, it is no highway, not by any means. And although much of it can be ridden one has to be prepared to carry the bike on a few 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.
Unless one is more skilled and better equipped than I, for terrain such as this. Which I suspect a lot of people are. To you I say, what are you waiting for, go for it, 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. But it’s 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 up to it. And often those 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 being 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, 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 the perfect detour, the best, the grandest, the most.. (ok, breathe normally now..)
But in spite of them, it was well worth it. Especially in hindsight, when there has been plenty of time to hone the memory bits 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 the 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.
Btw. I rather like that little Panasonic camera, old as it may be. Not light excactly but small, and fairly easy to carry a two–lens kit, even on a bike that’s loaded with practically everything and the kitchen sink to begin with. Coming to think of it, I like it so much that I might even upgrade it at some point..