#winterbikepacking

In the morning I wake up in a thick soup of fog. My sleeping bag is drenched wet and I can not see further than I reach with my arm. I had slept alright, actually really good considering that I had been

My legs are as heavy as my mind. Everything feels like discomfort and suffering in front as much as behind me. I am in the middle of it. Hundreds of kilometers left to cycle and I barely manage to do 50

“If you can’t get up there by yourself you have to find another tree.” Is what I heard from my parents as a kid, when I asked them to lift me up a tree that was too big for me to get on top by myself.