It was way past due to grind those off-road tyres on proper gravel roads. Last weekend, Henning and I decided to do just that.
We spent the night in one of the cabins which are available for free or nearly free. Peaceful and nice!
I am quite a newbie to proper gravel riding, even though I´ve been facinated by it since many years. Not until I bought my light, nimble and powerful-enough Yamaha WR250R did I dare to venture into the loose stuff for real.
Henning, on the other hand, is a former motorcross, road race and enduro rider and instructor. Thanks to him, my learning curve has been pretty steep – although this particular weekend I felt like it was my first time on gravel: My riding was stiff, my cornering awful, and things just didn´t feel right.
However, the area in which we were riding, Finnskogen (eng. “Forest of the Finns”), is extremely inviting when it comes to gravel riding. There are miles and miles of gravel roads, very little (if at all) traffic, and free cabins all over the place, which you can borrow for the night. In other words: A Mecca for gravel riders.
The first leg was all but muddy: The track was thick of slippery mud, so we admittedly had to struggle a bit to get our bikes through – Henning on his Transalp, me on my Yamma. Or at least: It felt like we had to struggle. I think I was the only one who did it, as Henning effortlessly steered his Honda more or less sure-footed through the slippery stuff.
It did become a lot better when we arrived to the forest roads themselves: Dry to the point of dusty, vacant and available.
We spent a night in a small cabin, had a meal and just relaxed before riding back home the day after. A short burst of season debut for me, but it was good to shake loose a bit. I´ll even try to do better next time.
If you´re a gravel rider too, make sure you visit Finnskogen when you visit Norway. It´s well worth spending a few days on this area.
Stay on these roads!
Henning (right) and yours truly. We´re heading for Kirkenes in the north by gravel this summer.
Henning and his trusty Transalp in the back and my Yamma in the front 🙂
There was no firewood in the cabin, but Rolf, who lives nearby, provided us with a couple of bags to heat the evening.
Pretty nice view by the lake Fjørsjøen
You just have to love this…