Got a silly idea earlier this year and rode 200 km on the tail of the Femundløpet dog sled race. Started more or less as the final musher rushed into Røros. Wind drifts, close to gale force winds at times on the second day and then three times foot bath going through the ice. Yup, I sure got to feel the love of the mountains. Waking up to ten centimetres of fresh snow, then pushing, tumbling and stumbling through to meet up with Mikhail Itkin, who rode with me on the second half of the trip. Luckily, things turned to the better and we enjoyed blissful riding in the mountains on our way to our goal in Røros. This was to be Mikhails first winter bikepacking trip, but that didn’t stop him from riding solo almost 500 km along the course of the dog sled race Finnmarksløpet later this year. What a guy.
If you have access to the Norwegian A-magasinet, you can read more about our trip there.