4:th of July is apparently to be spent blowing up things in America. We spent Independence day by blowing up ourselves on a 9 hour ride over the Snowy Range. I got to spit my lungs out, shout whiii!, get 2 flat tires within 5 minutes, and almost see mountain lion poo together with my favourite people in Laramie. It was the perfect ending of a perfect spring in the wild wild west.
Oh, it is so hard to leave! Larry, sweet Lard Ass Larry, had to be sold, and all those fabulous people, the prairie and the mountains had to be said goodbye to.
I don’t think I will ever be able to express my gratitude to Linda and Jason, who invited me and acted as the most perfect hosts in the world, always lending a hand (be it lending me a house, an office, money when I lost my wallet, a burger, an ear, or a run) whenever I needed it. Be sure, I will be back to take advantage of your hospitality again! I have a hard time putting down in words how much I appreciate a whole bunch of other people too; Nicole, Katie, Justin, Maciej, Jenn, Natalie, Brian, Linden, Danyelle, Matt, Doro, Seth, Daniel, Ken, Kristen,… You guys rock! Thanks a million for hanging out with me, I will miss you like crazy!
So it is over,
Coz no, this cannot be the end. Bloody hell, I’ve just started my love affair with the prairie, the mountains, the animals and most of all the people in the Fly-over-states of America.
Coming home is, however, not bad at all. The trails in Västerbotten may not offer hot sand, scenic stone formations or a lot of verticals, but they do contain a substantial amount of nice roots and rocks that will knock me off my bike a satisfying number of times each time I dare to push my limits. Umeå is cold as shit, but the warmth of the people in this little town just below the Arctic circle more than covers up for the chill in the air. And now I get to eat knäckebröd – hard bread, Johnny’s mustard, and rull pizza. And to ride a Lloyd with a stick..
It feels good to be back. Until I leave next time, like tomorrow…
Norway! Going tripping with Maria Hedberg. Time to get stoked (again).