They get lost, they get found, they camp, they Underberg, quiz, travel the world, want a houseboat, a Brazilian, a beer, a baby. It´s a celebration!
Bikepacking vegetables and rice and joining the flow of the Saturday city cyclists for an evening of cooking in the ´as great as it gets´ outdoors 17 km outside Copenhagen. Gravel purrs and we cross the old sea bottom, now all dry and yellow and a continent to cross. The golden grass whisper with dusty promises to those who can´t get their eyes of the deceptive sky:
The rain, the rain – it´s coming, it´s coming.
We ride on to the master wind shouting ´go, go´ and find our shelter. Puncture is fixed, food prepared, still sunny and summer as a group of birds fly in. No broken feathers just laughs and attractive nose piercings. They get lost, they get found, they camp, they Underberg, quiz, travel the world, want a houseboat, a Brazilian, a beer, a baby. It´s a celebration!
Vegan and 5-week tent overnighter Brian joins the party and tells stories of recording skeleton impact thunder out on the old sea bed, nearly being struck by lightning – or maybe he did (meant as a compliment). And the rain starts. Shelter. No glory sunset, and it´s cold and sacred. Only our wet, tanned faces tell the tale of a heat wave summer now gone. The record hot summer of 2018.
By Martin Paldan