After being in Fleinvæer for 10 days we finished the building early and had two days before the train to do whatever we liked, whether it be on the island still or back on the mainland. Since I had the opportunity of free accommodation in Bodø (for which I am very greatful, I wouldn’t have been able to ride these two without that) I decided to plan a couple of rides in the mountains around the city.
I took the boat back to Bodø on Thursday morning with a few of my classmates, spent an hour or so having a coffee with them in the town, bought myself a massive bag of sweets then cycled out to Anja’s house (where I was staying) which was about 6km out of town. I arrived at the house and spent an hour chatting, looking at maps and getting some advice on where I should go ride, apparently there was some built tracks in the woods just up behind the house, as you can see I found in the first photo!
I actually ended up cycling all the way up this track which looked so good to come down but my inner explorer got the better of me and I actually ended up continuing over to the next hill and the next after that and even one more as I wanted to explore the whole area. I rode to the top of the next hill which also had a radio mast at the top and quite some view down over the city below.
The trail leading from the top of there headed straight for the city and straight down into the little valley below, I was super excited to be on my bike on some trails after not having really ridden for a few weeks so I shot off at top speed down the first section of trail which resulted in a good few adrenaline fueled moments and almost ending up in the bushes, but the good kind, the kind when you almost fall but you save it and ride out, right up until I came to a suuuuper steep and slipper part which made me JAM on the brakes before I ended up flying head first down it, I managed to skid onto my side and stop before it but ended up with a muddy ass and very muddy bar end.
I took the ‘chicken line’ down which took some switchbacks down the side instead of straight down the main line, I think it would be doable in the dry but not in the super slick mud… or maybe my tyres are just a bit crap.
After the last descent I took the road up to the biggest hill that was on the edge of the city, long slog up but I saw a couple of moose on the way which was very cool.
The last hill I cycled up was called Keisergarden and was about 360m high, which doesn’t seem much but given that I was going all the way back down to sea level was a good long descent. The track down was pretty rocky and quite technical in places so made for a pretty exciting descent, plenty of walkers that were quite surprised to see me… ‘you are going to ride down there?!’ ‘sure am, looks perfect!’.
A few minutes later and plenty of jumps, corners, rocks and even a sweet hip jump and I was at the bottom with a big smile on my face, I think the postman who was delivering letter to the houses at the bottom was a bit confused when I came skidding into view, man it is good to ride some proper trails again!