Escape from boredom

Yesterday I was out with my bike, in fact together with my mum. She came all the way from Mosjøen to Nesna (via Levang) on her bike, so I came to meet her. Anyhow, afterwards I went to find Elin who was out with Anders. I found them and I followed them back to my fathers place. When there I wanted to show off, you can all see how that went on the picture below. Never do such things to close to a camera

…remember, if you get it on tape you can get it in cash!!!….

Today I wanted to go from Mosjøen, via Herringen over the mountain to Tuven and Bleikvasslia. Down to Korgen, and then over Korgfjellet, to Elsfjorden and back to Mosjøen. I started out in very nice weather with my mountain bike, two bottles of lemonade and some peanuts.

This is the planned route, where the very bad pink line shows the route where it is road, both tarmac and gravel. Then the red dotted line connecting the pink line indicates that this is a path and even “notrack”, in fact most of the red line indicates just an old route used many years ago between Vefsn and Bleikvasslia. The path is long gone, and I could not find any track.

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After having missed the actual track several times, having to cross the river with my bike, walking in long gras, being stiched by mosquitos, wasps and such I turned back home after three hours. Not being all sure about where to go, and realzing that I would spend at least another five hours, I went back the same way. Managed to cut down the time with almost an hour when going back. When at home I notiched that I had lost my bike computer and one of the bottles (the full one, leaving me with no water the last hour). At one time right before I decided to go home I fell, at the same time turning the bar which made me hit the end of it with my chest. That was for sure not good at all, in fact I’m curretly not able to lift my son Anders without feeling pain. I must admit I was immediatly a bit scared, so I laid down for about a minute.

Various pictures from the ride up to Almdalshola and Stillvassdalen.

No track at all, but I managed to find it on the other side of the river.

A bit further up, facing down the river. I pushed my bike on the track here, did not want to stumble and fall down towards the river. But it was only about 3-400 meters which I needed to walk up to Almdalshola. The rest of the path was “bikeable”

I walked over here, about three-four meters down to the river, and I was not even sure if the brigde would carry me 🙂

The cabin at Almdalshola, very nice.

From here, no track. I went all the way up before I turned and headed back home.

I won’t try this again with my bike, but I would consider going to Almdalshola several times with my bike. Without rain for a couple of days the singletrack is quite fun.