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
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
Cycling the Tippetue track, it’s where this ride began and ended, isn’t excactly allowed. So I tend to walk the bike here, at least on the way up. It does happen though, occasionally, that I ride it on the way down but—and I know this isn’t a valid excuse—only if I’m very tired. I do … Continue reading Carry that thing
The distance between home and work isn’t great, far from it. Nevertheless, the short commute does offer some nice views every now and then. Continue reading Commute sightseeings
Mom: Where are you going?
Mom: But we are home. Continue reading Where are you going?
They told me to work out. Go for long walks. And not so long. At one point I was handed this book, the first chapter began with the story about a former politician who had spoken out publicly about his depression and how everything turned out oh–so well with all the good help he got … Continue reading The magic of moving one foot in front of the other—sometimes