Bikepacking with Banjo

New YouTube video out, this time bikepacking with Banjo, our Jack Russell Terrier, to one of our favourite bikepacking campsites in our neighbourhood while philosophising about what really matters in life. Can anything good come out of the Covid pandemic raging through the world? Does a Jack Russell Terrier have anything to teach us aboutContinue reading “Bikepacking with Banjo”

Mikkel Soya goes Backwoods Bikepacking

After several years of intense book writing, I have finally had the time to consider what to do with this site. Though I dabble a bit with canoeing, snowshoeing, hiking, packrafting, backcountry skiing and what not, the bicycle is such an integral part of my life that there is no wonder bikepacking is what’s closestContinue reading “Mikkel Soya goes Backwoods Bikepacking”

Winter bikepacking to local mountain in Norway

Do you remember that feeling way back when you learned to ride a bike? I had just begun school when I got my first bike. Day in and day out I would sit on the seat and push myself along the roadside curb with my right foot. My strides became longer and longer until oneContinue reading “Winter bikepacking to local mountain in Norway”

The rolling bikepacking gourmet show

Mountain biking. Adrenaline rushing descents, steep climbs, tortuous rock gardens, blood taste in your mouth, knobby tires and mud? Yes, it certainly can be. But on a three day bikepacking trip through Nordmarka forest north of Oslo with Stian, Christian and Sverre in May, it was obvious that mountain biking could be so much more:Continue reading “The rolling bikepacking gourmet show”

Winter solstice

– I want to go on a trip! She says. – Ok, let’s go, I say. – Promise? – Yes. Promise. And I really do promise. Some promises you just have to keep. Even though December is probably even more jam packed with busy days than in the autumn, when we didn’t manage to goContinue reading “Winter solstice”

Snowriding in Norway

What happens when you mix a grumpy snow groomer, Norways national sport skiing and a couple of more or less bearded bikepackers on fatbikes and grind that with four days of riding along an almost 150 km long stretch of prime ski tracks in an alpine environment? A whole lot, I can tell you.