Oh, but I totally forgot about the way up to Hemavan! Västerbotten really showed itself from its very best side that night, with a spectacular sunset, and we did our very best to show our gratitude, by trying out pole dance around a flag pole at a gas station in Vilhelmina.
That being dealt with, I can continue writing about our adventures in the VB-mountains that glorious weekend 23- 25 September. I already wrote about Saturday, so this blogpost is about Sunday Sept 25.
Ryfjället, or Ryjvejegaejsie as it is called in samic, reaches 1 413 meters up in the sky and is one of those mountains that are just so darn good looking that you just have to climb it. It is conveniently placed right at the side of the E12 some 20 km south of Tärna. For many, many, years, I just dreamt of skiing that mountain as we drove by on our way to Hemanvan-Tärna. I sort of never thought I would though, since I didn’t know anyone who was crazy enough to wanna do it with me. I didn’t know Martin back then of course…
Since I did get to know him, I have both skied and biked that mountain a number of times, and I can now say with confidence that its, if possible, even more fun to go down than you would think from just looking at i from below. Nowadays, it has almost become mandatory to climb Ryfjället on the way home from the mountains. This time was no exception.
We were 7 happy bikers who took our bikes and pushed them up that hill; Me, Martin, Maria, Jon, Annika, Bosse and Marie. And of course there was Ralf, who happily offered his services.
Last time I hiked up Ryfjället, I remember loosing a substantial amount of fluids, in terms of sweat, on the way up (Ryfjället always takes something from me. I’ve lost a phone there one time and a walkie-talkie another). That was nothing compared to this year. If I was the wicked witch of the west, I would not have melted more of water than I now melted in the sun. I was dripping! And so was everyone else. It was fantastic.
For once, I’m not exaggerating. It was really really fantastic. I don’t think I’ve experienced being able to sit in a sleeveless jersey on the top of a lonely giant before. Especially not in Västerbotten, in late August…
After a VERY nice lunch break in the sun at the top, we were ready for our descent. And what a sweet descent that is.
The trail offers about 1000 vertical meters from the top of the mountain to the road, and you actually get to go down all those verts if you are a good biker. I’m not, so I miss out on the first 200, since they consist of what must be one of the most challenging rock gardens in Sweden. Only Martin was brave (stupid?) enough to try. Well, this time it wasn’t so much of a try since he had actually done it once before (last year), and this time, he actually burned down that mountain as if the rocks were not much more than gravel on a road. I never stop being impressed of what that hobit can roll over with a bike.
After the worst rock garden, the rest of us joined Martin on the most fun and scary descent I think there is in Västerbotten. It is steep, technical, and long. There are plenty of well positioned rocks and roots just waiting to kick your ass.
As we were charging down, the smell of burnt breaks filled the air, fooling you to think that there was a massive barbeque going on, and the sound of numerous IEEIHH!s and Wohoo!s echoed in the valley.
We had no causalties this time, just fun and play to the bottom of the mountain. Naturally, we celebrated with another dip in the Gäuta, and with folk beer.
All in all, this year’s autumn biking weekend in Hemavan-Tärnaby goes to history as one of the greatest ever. The weather really contributed to that, but as always, the company did it all. Thank you Karin, Kristin, Marie, Maria, Annika, Jon, Bosse, MartinOve and Martin for a hell of a good time, I really look forward to the continuation of this awesome tradition!