Stord

I want to talk a little bit about myself because today was strange, in a good way. Last night and this morning was windy and rainy; already sapped my spirit a little. And given my knee & wrists were hurting last couple of days, and with today’s headwind I didn’t think I would make all the way to Stord from Haugesund. I thought I would have to cut the ride somewhere in the middle. Not long after starting I learned first-hand valleys channel wind very effectively and construction sites are more frequent than any map provider makes it to be. It wasn’t going very good.

I was crawling at a snails pace, barely making any progress to the ferry station. But then something happened; I am not exactly sure what but I forgot that I was riding a bike, only to be awakened by my Garmin’s occasional beep. The wind, the hills, none of it remained in my consciousness. It’s the closest I have come to meditate, or being possessed by some cycling spirit.

Every time I realised where I was and what I was experiencing, I felt pure elation.

Eventually I reached today’s campsite, and was welcomed by the nicest kindest campsite host. He gave me the best spot to rest for the night.

Good night!

Stord, Norway