Harsh weather and steep cliffs gradually turning into deep forests and plain fields. That briefly sums up our trip from the Norwegian capital of Oslo to Copenhagen, Denmark, roughly 700 kilometres by bike in 3 days over harsh terrain.
The idea of the trip came about on a cold January training ride around Copenhagen. Being from Scandinavia, where the Winter seems to last forever, our minds always seem to wander off and dream of warmer weather and new adventures.
As we talked, the idea started to crystallise in our heads and we knew it was something we had to do. Favourite climbs, past rides and future adventures were all on the agenda. One rider in our group suggested we ride from Norway, into Sweden and finally cross the border to Denmark. Intrigued by wanderlust and adventure we set off for this ride of a lifetime …
“One rider in our group suggested we ride from Norway, into Sweden and finally cross the border to Denmark. Intrigued by wanderlust and adventure we set off for this ride of a lifetime …”
Day 1: Oslo (Norway) – Smögen (Sweden)
Waking up on the ferry without much sleep, looking out the window to see the Norwegian Fjords, we were greeted by an array of tiny islands. Everybody was uncertain of what would come, but ready to get going.
Docking in Oslo and rolling off the ferry on our bikes, it felt like reality finally hit the majority of the group. This trip had been a casual topic on training rides, but this was finally it. 700 kilometres of riding and no fixed route planned. The only things that were certain; we knew where to stay the night and we knew we had to keep riding South.
Breathing in the fresh air and zig-zag’ing between countryside, gravel sections, rolling hills and deep forrests, we knew that we were on the right path; on the Road to Nowhere.
Call it foolish, but during the planning of this trip, the weather was never really something we discussed. What really sparked the discussion was the urge to explore and discover new roads. The romantic idea about the endless Scandinavian open roads filled the our brains. Of course, being in late Spring, everybody was hoping for warm weather and blossoming trees. However, on this morning of departure, a whole different reality was upon us. The sun was hidden behind low hanging clouds, the wind was whirling and everything seemed to remind us of these early January rides back home in Denmark (the ones we were trying to escape).
We left the harbour to ride South and headed through the city, before finally reaching the small suburbs of Oslo. Breathing in the fresh air and zig-zag’ing between countryside, gravel sections, rolling hills and deep forrests, we knew that we were on the right path; on the Road to Nowhere.
The headwind was fierce with a cold sting to it. We switched at taking turns on the front, knowing that apart from our minds, our biggest challenge would be to reach our accommodation before nightfall. After several hours of constant headwind, fatigue slowly started to set in as we battled with the silent assassin that blocked our paths.
The roads kept twisting and turning, making their way to the magnificent Solbergfoss Kraftwerk, an old power plant standing in great contrast to the nature surrounding it.
As we rode, we ran into new challenges. The skies turned from grey to black as the rain set in. We decided to stop at a gas-station in a small town. To our surprise, the manager rolled up the entry to an old car wash, where he offered us shelter from the rain and cold. ”Where are you going?”. Replying ”Copenhagen”, the manager laughed, shaking his head. At that moment we realized how crazy the next days were going to get.