From Svensby, Norway

Svensby, Norway. 13 July 2023

The days are getting away from me. I spend most of them cycling to get to the next stopping place, but since I’m getting some personal messages asking if I’m still alive, I suppose I had better check in.

Anyone who wants to track me can see my rides on the Strava app. They’re not too accurate, but it’s something for those of you who want to see a map. They’re not too accurate because my watch is either running out of power all the time or I forget to start it or I go through a tunnel and I guess it thinks I’ve disappeared from the face of the earth so it turns off the workout. Not too concerned about me, just decides to call it quits. Does this count as AI?

Today I came around a bend in the road and there before me was one big gigantic snow-capped mountain that was so impressive I had to stop and take it in. When I got over being blown away, I realized my watch was chirping. It was asking me if I was ok? I thought, well, yeah, I’m just dumbstruck. It’s beautiful. Thanks for asking. Then I realized I had stopped so fast it thought I had wrecked. I guess that’s something, Siri.

So that’s about the gist of things. I’m starting to think my watch is concerned about me and I’m just about overwhelmed by beauty.

It’s wild and wonderful here in the Arctic Circle. At some point I turned a corner and the neighborhood changed from trees and streams and lush green to the towering rocky stuff with a few obvious glaciers. Oh, and all along there’s been water. Lots of water. Fjords everywhere. Fjords… and now mountains rising up from their shore. Mountains so steep you can’t do anything with them except look at them. Maybe they’re just there to remind us that there are things we humans can’t tame.

Right about here is where I should say: “but I digress” but I’m not sure I was going any particular direction anyway. It’s not dark yet, but it’s time for some rest. The main point here is that I’m still cycling…and those personal messages asking if I was still alive were from humans, mostly.

There’s farmland too.
Top of the world. Notice how far from the edge I am. I don’t like heights.
Thought about staying in this thing on the top of the pass. The downhill looked scary and it was windy. Did I mention I don’t like heights?
The big stuff.
Right down to the water’s edge.
Taking the ferry. My bike is parked at lower right of photo.

2 thoughts on “From Svensby, Norway

    • Hey, Paul. Remember, it’s not too accurate, but look at the elevation gain stat. It’s about twice as much as what I was doing in Mexico.

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