Two years ago, I found myself treading mud at the bottom of my self-built well of self pity. It was autumn, the rain was hammering down, and I could barely walk to the printer at work. I was sincerely fed up with it all, and I felt very, very sorry for myself. My planned trip … Continue reading Viva Sierra Nevada
Well, I didn’t see that coming. Certainly not this autumn in any case. With my damn ankle, I pretty much expected that my trip to Monachil would mainly consist of wine drinking and tapas eating. Instead, I ended up being a cover girl for the Ride Sierra Nevada Enduro 2015. Now I really need to … Continue reading Cover girl
November in Sweden is pretty dreary. November in Umeå is this: On a good day… On a bad day, the rain (or ice or a mixture of the two) is coming at you horizontally. When I got back from Spain, there was actually a thin layer of snow on the ground. But then it started … Continue reading Riding Sierra Nevada – Part III: Happy ending
So during my first two days in Monachil, I finally managed to mobilize enough energy to withdraw my thumb from my butt, and to use that thumb for the way more constructive activity of crawling out of the sink hole. I finally also found that precious spark in the forest of Los Llanos. It felt … Continue reading Riding Sierra Nevada – Part II: Higher, further, ogre?
I usually get VERY excited when I get to leave work to go and play in mountains with my favorite folks. However, as my trip to Spain and Martin was approaching a couple of weeks ago, I just couldn’t seem to find that spark. I just felt depressed and apathetic. 1.5 weeks had passed since … Continue reading Riding Sierra Nevada – Part I: Getting out of the sink hole