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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: …
It is the oldest girl who proposes it: the last camp fire trip of the season. Let the tarp and the tent remain at home and sleep under an open sky, before the mosquitoes and midges occupy the forest. What father could say no to that? It gets late before we get away. Again. But …
« ... And this weekend there really is no time, but it’s no use thinking about that now, the boots sink into the snow, the pack resting heavily on the back and in your hand you hold a child. We leave the small road and go into the night. Straight pines slide out from the …
