Some weeks ago, I got a visit from my beloved sister Karin Roy (a.k.a., Little sunshine). I had grand plans for her visit, but for the most part the weather effectively kept us from doing much more than getting immensely wet. It wasn’t until Karin only had two days left in town that the weather … Continue reading The heart of a hare
Summer is shy in the Arctic. It plays peak-a-boo and goes into hiding when we pay it too much attention. But it is here, and we know it. The sun has stopped setting, the creeks have turned into waterfalls, cowslips are flooding the grass all over town, and baby seagulls (and people) are flooding the … Continue reading Resurrection
They say that time heal all wounds. I hope that They are right and that time is working overtime on my right leg. Although more than two years has passed since the snow on Lebnes tore me apart, the scars that the avalanche left on my body still give me pain. But time is making … Continue reading Pleasure and pain
So 2014 lies on its deathbed and gasps for air. I can’t say that I feel all that sad: In contrast to 2013, which let me fly high and as close to the sun as you possibly can without burning, 2014 let me crash and burn. But it hasn’t been all bad. Yes, I have … Continue reading Good bye 2014, and good riddance!
And so off we went. Two invalid chicks, their bikes and Steve. Into the (actually pretty) wild west of Västerbotten. Our destination this time was Stekenjokk, a highland plateau on the border between Västerbotten, Jämtland and Norway. In other words, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. The road to Stekenjokk was built to transport … Continue reading Invalid Boot Camp in Stekenjokk
This is happiness: Racing around Röbäck with Karin and Martin, and feeling like my lungs were on the verge of imploding but just on the verge and that I could do all the hills and manage the rough parts, and just hanging out, and… yay! Making my sister’s kids ride my bike and seeing their … Continue reading Oh happy trails!
Ok, so this is the story I REALLY wanted to tell. The one about how I got to Spoleto, thinking that I wouldn’t be able to ride but that I could borrow some old bike and pedal around picturesque villages, drink espresso and wine and eat cheese, just to realize that I was stuck at … Continue reading A well deserved spring break – Paradiso Cavallo!
It has been 16 days since I had my knee cut open and got a 30 cm long nail hammered into my leg. 16 days of many small steps forward and a few ones back. It is quite fascinating how fast the body falls apart if you don’t move around. It took one week to … Continue reading The road back – one foot in front of the other
I must admit that I sometimes (just sometimes) get just a little bit grumpy when my blood sugar levels drop below a critical level. Ok, no, I risk going ballistic when it happens. Once, when we were mountainbiking down Ryfjället in Västerbotten and I didn’t manage to ride a particularly sketchy part, I was inches … Continue reading A healthy mind in a healthy body (or in other words, what I shove down my throat in the backcountry)