Maria has had a project for quite some time now, trying to make me less of a square and more of a rebel. To say the least, her progress has been very slow. Baby steps. Last year, she made me drive my car on a bicycle track. I think she considers that something of a breakthrough, but I don’t know. I’m still very nervous about breaking rules (except driving way too fast, Im very good at that), and I actually think I was born a square. I mean, my body is practially square (or at least very pointy in different directions). In any case, after cheating for two nights by staying at a proper camping site, there was no alternative to stealth camping in Stranda. Since we had been recommended to ride Liavarden by a friend we decided to drive up the gravel road to the trail head and camp there. As it turned out, we found the perfect camping spot.
We celebrated the finding with breakfast burritos (excellent camping food!), wine and Yatzy (how rebel is that??). I hate Yatzy. But I got my revenge by litterally crushing Maria. So now we know that I will live and die alone while Maria will fall madly in love and live happily ever after (but of course! That’s the only rational interpretation isn’t it?).
Of course I spent the entire night dreaming nightmares of angry farmers coming at us with their tractors. I think perhaps I would win the World Championships in squareness… Baby steps.
The next morning, the sun was just a big golden globe on an otherwise blue sky when we headed up on Liavarden
Our friend Linn had described the trail as “flowy”, but then again, she speaks norwegian, and that calls for a completely different interpretation of flow. The first 100 vertical meters or so of the trail are flowy even in Swedish. The rest, not so much. We carried our bikes, and then carried some more, then we climbed a bit, and then we carried some more. It was truly beautiful though, so we didn’t suffer that much really. Towards the top, it gets really rocky, and since the trail goes slightly down-hill from there we decided to leave our bikes and hike the ridge together with a set of extremely energetic kids and their mothers.
Going down was… interesting. We once again got the pleasure of playing the game “toss your bike” and tried our best to get across those rock gardens. Without trial skills or proper downhill bikes at hand, we found it hard to get that flowy feeling though.
Ah well, better luck next time. One day perhaps, I too will be able to get down trails like that.
The last 100 verts, although waaay to short, were super fun and super fast. So of course I didn’t manage to take any photos at all. I could just have done them over and over again, but we wanted to move on. Next stop: Hellesylt!