Christophe Noel
Expedition Leader
Howdy fellas,
I have successfully completed my epic voyage to the land of the viking - and survived. What a trip. I've been lucky to embark on a number of heady voyages, but this might have been the best of them all. It was far more difficult than I had ever imagined. My route selections were a tricky blend of great, challenging, foolish, and frequently––impassible. The weather was interesting to say the least. While there were fleeting moments of sunshine, I would say 75% of my time was spent either riding or sleeping through endless variances of rain. Sometimes hard, often just a drizzled background to the day, the rain would occasionally be accented with 35-45 mph gusts just to keep me sharp and entertained.
The Salsa Bucksaw paired to Bedrock Bags proved to be a perfect combo. There isn't another bike that would have faired so well in the terrain I chose.
Like all good adventures, my original plan got tossed out the window on day one. At least five impromptu revisions to my route were required right up to day 10 when I found myself riding to a nearby hut hoping to score much needed lube, which I found in the form of olive oil from a kitchen.
By journey's end, I had forded more than 50 rivers and streams. I had carried my bike for miles on end. The biggest day was over 55 miles. The longest was a 16 hour slog to cover just over 12 miles. One mile might have consumed a full 3 hours. Never have I down-hiked so much.
With all of the challenges, seldom did I feel I was not having fun. It was such an honor to visit such a place via a bicycle, and an amazing bicycle to boot. It confirmed my belief that overlanding via truck or motorcycle is, and never will be, as visceral and rewarding as travel under one's own steam. I love to burn gas, but you just can't fully appreciate the sounds, smells and rhythms of nature with a throttle.
I have successfully completed my epic voyage to the land of the viking - and survived. What a trip. I've been lucky to embark on a number of heady voyages, but this might have been the best of them all. It was far more difficult than I had ever imagined. My route selections were a tricky blend of great, challenging, foolish, and frequently––impassible. The weather was interesting to say the least. While there were fleeting moments of sunshine, I would say 75% of my time was spent either riding or sleeping through endless variances of rain. Sometimes hard, often just a drizzled background to the day, the rain would occasionally be accented with 35-45 mph gusts just to keep me sharp and entertained.
The Salsa Bucksaw paired to Bedrock Bags proved to be a perfect combo. There isn't another bike that would have faired so well in the terrain I chose.
Like all good adventures, my original plan got tossed out the window on day one. At least five impromptu revisions to my route were required right up to day 10 when I found myself riding to a nearby hut hoping to score much needed lube, which I found in the form of olive oil from a kitchen.
By journey's end, I had forded more than 50 rivers and streams. I had carried my bike for miles on end. The biggest day was over 55 miles. The longest was a 16 hour slog to cover just over 12 miles. One mile might have consumed a full 3 hours. Never have I down-hiked so much.
With all of the challenges, seldom did I feel I was not having fun. It was such an honor to visit such a place via a bicycle, and an amazing bicycle to boot. It confirmed my belief that overlanding via truck or motorcycle is, and never will be, as visceral and rewarding as travel under one's own steam. I love to burn gas, but you just can't fully appreciate the sounds, smells and rhythms of nature with a throttle.