I'm lucky to come from a family that sees the appeal of getting lost in a foreign land. We knew we were in for some hard miles and majestic scenery, but beyond that had no idea what to expect. Fortunately, the bicycle is the perfect vehicle with which to see the world - fast enough to cover enough ground but slow enough to engage with the surroundings. Traveling on two wheels affords the ability to interact with the landscape, the roads, the people, animals and scents. It gives a sense of small towns and large cities, busy byways and deserted backroads. It's freedom encapsulated, human powered and enjoyable every mile.
Day 1 // Oslo to Noresund // 67 miles // 6200 feet elevation gain
The beginning of every bike tour is tough. This trip was no exception, as the rain added to our jetlagged escape from the city. Leaving the urban infrastructure can be tough, finding somewhere to pump tires, getting comfortable with the weight on the bike, figuring out roads etc.
The rewards are immense, the sense of accomplishment when finally out on small roads is gratifying beyond compare. It's a great feeling o daily rides out of SF, but at the beginning of a long trip in a new place, it is wondrous.
We were smiled on quickly, as the small road I had chosen turned out to be a stunner. A long steep gradient took us forcefully out of the countryside and into an immense stretch of forest. The road turned to gravel and ambled for miles and miles. Perfect surface accented the rolling hills as we were struck by the pervasive greenery that would continue throughout the trip. The appeal of Norway had been its wild nature, and to be so far removed from society, and so quickly was delightful.
Coming out of the forest brought us down a screaming descent with serene lake views that begged for a lunch stop. Picking up again after an assortment of Norwegian bread, meats and cheeses we made our way along the lake, up down and around, locked in by tall skinny trees and luscious blue water.
After a short stint on a bit too busy of a road, a milkshake made by an old man with a surprising grasp on the English language and a slight worry of where we would spend the night, the day finished on a magnificent small road again lined with trees, this time a lush evening light cutting through the trunks. It was about 8 o' clock and wouldn't get dark for hours. The sun spends so long at a low angle that a perfectly crisp light perforates through the trees. We savored the prospects of another meal with bacon and more gorgeous miles the following day.