Alright. So after the thing with the horse-horse vs the iron-horse, we went to my dad & stepmoms cabin in Ålo, near Mandal. The shakedown was coming to an end and we just needed a short pitstop on our way home. At the cabin we got to meet Scott and Julie, a couple that became friends with my dad and Vigdis as they all crossed the Atlantic last november in the ARC regatta. Great people and full of adventure traveling experiences. Amongst the advices where “blue” and “pink” jobs,- a kinda pre-trip agreed work distribution.
The next day we headed towards Bersagel, and got trapped in the most ridiculous rain storm, spiced with wind and a LOT of thunder and lightening. A few things where learned about our Touratech Companero suits: they are GREAT. The amount of water that came down would have soked through any other suit I’ve tried. 3 hours of this with no adittional protection and we still where nice and dry. HotStuff used the expression “it’s so nice and cosy in here” about the Companero suit in that horrible weather. Very happy about it.
We also got to test the “blue job / pink job” principle, when we on our way to Bersagel stopped at Ålgård for groceries in another epic rushour extravaganza. (it’s the time of the year when everyone looses their minds and run to the hils to participate in the anual “gather the sheep event”. The following video represents my feelings on this subject..
As we tried to weave our way through this trial-armageddon Tonje decided to park her bike, horisontally, in the middle of the road. Then, with the attitude that clearly signaled “what the hell are you looking at?!?” she just walked off towards the store. Via our scala helmet intercom she curtly told me: “YOU. DEAL. WITH. THIS!”
So, this is a “blue job”.
Later that night, Tonje poured beer and helped my soon to be mother-in-law to cook dinner. This is a “pink job”, apparently.
I’ll get the hang of it. I’m sure. Not to worry. Do I seem worried?
Saturday came along as day 16 of our shakedown, and we returned home. Our giant apartment where turned into a place of wet tents, tarps, sleepingbags and riding gear..
A technical control of our rides showed 1 dented panier (Tonjes left side), the heel protector on my bike, left side, broke off. New part has already ordered, both for me and Tonje.
Also, one of the bolts that held my crashbars on the bike where just gone. The same bolt on Tonjes bike where a little loose, so I took that to a specialist, “Skrue Gården”, and got the right one to mach. Then ad som threadlock and we’re golden.
Finally, we discovered that we brought a few very heavy items. Like the Security chain that weighs more that all the tools I brought and where never used. And the tools, that where used, and is just what is needed, but WAY to heavy. Gotta find a way this winter to cut that weight without loosing the tools. The termos that holds 1 liter, will be replaced with one half the size. And finally our sleeping mats will be severely upgraded.
But all in all the shakedown was a success.
Now focus is shifting a bit and we both dive into wedding planning. 😉
Wow! What a day!
Today we again packed everything (it’s a LOT) and left the company of good friends. (We needed to get new earplugs for Tonje and went to Alna senter for the Clas Ohlson there. This was the only item we forgot at Alna 😉 )
We had a vague plan of going to Bø, Telemark today but didn’t want to drive on the major roads more than we had to and so zipped to Drammen first and then plotted a proper scenic route.
This way I got real familiar with the GPS, a Garmin Zumo 660. We agreed on and I plotted a route that would take us the long way from Drammen to Notodden and then on to Bø, Telemark. We avoided all major roads and almost drained the Scala Rider intercom system due to HotStuff happily chirping along the lines “I LOVE THIS PLACE”,- THIS IS AWESOME”,- and other indicators that she was enjoying herself 🙂
Once we rolled into Notodden, the GPS battery died. So the time had finally come to figure out how to hook up the GPS to the CanBus. Woho! Tool-time!
While I played mechanic, Tonje, the Extremely Lost Biker, took care of grocery shopping and made sure we had proper dinner, breakfast and lunch.
Rolling out again, bad roads became worse and at some point HotStuff thought her ride was broken. Turns out Telemark still has a long way to go regarding road-maintenance. This became even more obvious when the poor tarmack became a 9-10 km of loose gravel. There was a bit of cursing and borderline panic, but it all soon passed. In May 2013 I went on a 2 day gravel/offroad course by Touratech Nordic Offroad School. This came very handy and was passed on as we rode to Tonje. Soon she was riding standing up on the steep curvy gravel roads and chirping happily away.
I was, and still am, so proud I have a hard time containing my self 🙂
Especially since she don’t have a license yet, and riding standing up on gravel is very counter intuitive. Yet once you’ve done it there is no going back.
Later we found a quiet camping site, had our first camping night together with all the bells and wistles.
Last thing in the agenda was attemping to fit the panier locks on one of 8 clasps. Success, but a bit of work.
Today, day 6, I blog while charging my cell and the intercoms with a solar panel. Good times!
Our chosen picture of the day 🙂
Day 12 came around and we left Kragerø and headed towards a campsite near Arendal, right on the riverfront at Nidelven. Very nice, and very vacant due to september being out of season.
First night was very cold, and HotStuff and I had to break out a lot of wool to keep warm. The morning greeted us with a lot of morning dew, and some condensation between the tents standard bathtub-groundsheet and the extra one we brought to avoid condensation on the standard ground sheet… ugh.. Some adjustnemt was made to the tightness of the tent, the number of tentpegs, etc. We also discovered that the place we decided to pitch our tent was the only one where the sun would not shine until after 11 am. Inconvenient that.
Day 13 morning, and due to the brilliant tent-placement we decided to have breakfast by the riverside.
As I enjoyed my morning coffee Tonje made a few phonecalls and before I knew what had happened “we” had decided to go to a a rather large local stable where we could rent horses. HotStuff has spent her youth around horses, so second nature to her. Me,- not so much. My only previous experience was 30 years ago, 30 minutes on an old mare who knew the way and kinda just took me along.
Yet, how could I say no? HotStuff said yes to the world-trip, then to my proposal. So.. horsies here we come..
The endeavour was started by grooming and befrending the horse-beast. I’d like to think that equal distrust turned into mutual lack of unease. I imagine the horse-beast thought “oh great, another noob!”
But as they say; who dares wins!
Next HotStuff swung into her saddle, and I crawled into mine. We got underway into the gravely trails and I tried to figure out how to control this horse-beast.
Tonje gave me a crashcource in how to hold the reins, how to sit, how to start, how to stop, backing up, right and left turns, rythm, and how to park it (the horse horse).
I had to readjust from riding an enduro bike, and Iron-Horse to a Horse-Horse. Really a lot more fun then I expected 🙂
Turns out that riding a Horse-Horse is a lot about cooperation, while riding an Iron-Horse is just physics.
We had a great time, so much that I’d easily do it again.
Next year we’ll be in Mongolia in July. Major horse-country. Should get another chance there 🙂
And I’m sure we’ll get an extended similar vacation in the future. Vague plans are already on the drawing board.. 🙂
Day 10 HotStuff and I saddled our trusty iron horses and rode towards Sigdal, to my godfathers farm. We took the scenic route once again. A bit more scenic than planned,- as I couldn’t find the adress, but still found it on google maps. Less yay where the accuracy of google maps gps coordinates… So we took the long road less traveled by anyone who knows what they’re doing..
Even through its been 15 years or more I kinda found the way. Ay least we could see where we where supposed to be,- kinda over there.. In order to get to the right place we had to make a u-turn on top of a hill on a real narrow piece of tarmac. Just to let me practice picking up a fully loaded bike, Tonje gently put hers down on the paniers and crashbars. Test was a great success! Thanx honey 😉
We spent the evening catching up with Knut & Karin, and I got to introduce my fiance. Then the cityslickers got a tour of the farm. Very beautiful farmhouses, impressive animals, and machinery (of wich I ofcource only managed to get a picture of the smales tractor on the lot… )
Day 11 we again saddled up after a great breakfast, and said our goodbyes and headed towards Skien.
After about 4 minutes we stopped to get a final look at the beautiful countryside 🙂 This is yet again a place where Tonje was chirping exitedly “I wanna move here. Can we move here? I wanna live RIGHT HERE! … ”
The road, weather and traffic was great. We even had a record length of 360.1 km on a full tank, and could probably squeeze out 10-15 km more on the fumes. That gives an average of 0,248 liters per 10 km on this tank alone. Good to know that 🙂
Skien was not a great success.. Warm, stuffy, hilly, and when we decided to head out of town towards our planned camping site we waded straight into rushour traffic. Again!
Our ability to find rushour in just about any city is quite spectacular.. Once we found the site, it seemed tiny, flimsy and almost on the road, so we kept going to Kragerø.
Now we’re set up quite snuggly, and tomorrow we invade Jomfruland, a nice little Island close by. We plan to spend 1-2 nights there, but who knows..
A special thanx to Onkel Knut & Tante Karin for taking us in, feeding us and in general making us feel very very welcome.
(P.S. Tonje wants to move to Kolsrud.. )
A good friend of mine sent me this career advice from Bill Watterson, the creator of Calvin & Hobbes.
He just told me to swap babies with motorcycles..
Thanx Glenn 😉
It’s a good advice, but anyone will tell you it’s difficult to follow a dream very many don’t understand.
My dad once said, around my time in elementary school, that as long as you know you did your best, noone (that matter) can or will or should give you grief about it. That too is a very good advice. One I live by still 🙂