From Kyrksæterøra

Don’t have a lot to report, just wanted to write the name of where I am: Kyrksæterøra.

Actually, it’s kind of nice being back on the road. Did my 67 miles today. That’s exactly what I need to log daily to get to Bergen in time to find a bike box, pack up and fly out. It was also exactly the distance to the campsite where I’m staying so that worked out.

I guess I do have one thing to report. Today I met a Christian on the road. I was cycling uphill on a cycle path and this guy is walking down and holding out something. At first I’m getting stranger danger vibes, but as I pass him I see it looks like a tract. I stop and ask what it is and he says something about “it will help you.” I ask him, “Are you a Christian?” He says, “yes.” I say, “Me too.” He says, “Hallelujah.”

We talked a bit, took a photo together, and then he says something about Ezequiel 34 and that the Lord’s day is coming September 16. And so…not much you can say to that. Time to move on.

My brother…bless his heart

The rest of the ride was good. It was nice to set up my tent again, meet my neighbors. A group of three is cycling from Bergen to Trondheim. He’s Norwegian. Wife’s Filipino. Not sure where the other guy is originally from, but they all live in Norway. Fun and friendly and full of tips. They brought the whole house and the dog. Quite a setup.

Cold’s gone, by the way. The good rest in Trondheim helped. Your prayers did as well. Life is good.

I forgot how good chocolate milk is after a ride. I’ll be looking for this from here on out.

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