So, there is this mountain called Fugeltinden, located about 2 hours drive from Tromsø, that there has been a lot of fuss about in the local MTB community this summer. People say that it is THE mountain to go to in the Tromsø area. I think that the main reason for all the talk is that the mountain hosts about 1000 vertical meters of ridable trail. That is quite a lot around here since most mountains are either way too steep or covered with rocks in various sizes in the alpine terrain. I’ve been wanting to ride down Fugeltinden ever since I first heard about the mountain, but something has always come up that has prevented that from happening. When our dear friend, mad Fin and energy-bunny Jenny drove up all the way from Umeå to enjoy some Arctic riding, there could be no more excuses. After 1100 km in a car, you deserve to ride THE trail in the Tromsø vicinity.
So although the neurotically good girl in me demanded that all hours between 8 and 5 should be spent glued to the computer in a dark office, my slightly less neurotic half (and Martin, Jenny and Alejandro) for once managed to convince me that it would be a much better idea to spend at least half of them in the sun on Fugeltinden. Yes I know, I’m such a rebel! :). Anywhoo, off to Fugeltinden!
Now, I have to warn you. This will not be good ride report, because to produce such a thing, you need a good story. If you ask me, a good story contains at least some misery. There was no misery whatsoever on Fugeltinden. So I apologize, this post will be dull. All I have to offer is a bunch of photos of riders with grins as wide as their faces.
Because Fugeltinden did indeed offer some pretty mental views (I mean, what the heck is going on with the mountain in the background on the sheep photo below?).
And the trail down the mountain had all a girl can ask for in a trail: First of all, it starts on a beach. It may be a fairly rocky beach, but it is definitely still a beach. It is a very weird feeling slipping around in fine (and deep!) sand at 1000 meters asl.
Second, après le beach you get the pleasure of getting chased by your own back wheel through a few steep and very loose corners. 50 % of our little party took the opportunity to chew on some nutritious dust in those corners.
Third, after rain comes shine and after dust comes flow. For miles.
Admittedly, the middle section of the trail also offer some undulating terrain, and some bogs, but who remembers that. I don’t.
Finally, after you’ve charged (and skidded and tumbled) down the trail in the alpine terrain, the lower section of the trail gives you a chance to charge through narrow trees, and to finish off with a go-as-fast-as-you-dare double track back to the parking lot.
So, did the trail live up to all the fuss? I actually think that there are a lot of trails around Tromsø that are of equally high quality as the one on Fugeltinden. They may not be as long, but I think that they are just as fun. That doesn’t mean that the Fugeltinden trail was not good though. In fact it was bloody terrific. In addition, getting to do it on a sunny August day after a long dry spell and in the company of lovely people with ear-reaching grins glued to their faces did not make the experience any worse. All it means is that most of the trails in Tromsø are, well, just equally bloody terrific :).