Winter bikepacking to a local mountain in Norway

#bikepacking #fatbike Join me bikepacking on my fatbike to a local mountain in winter while I’m pondering about why I bikepack. … Do you remember that feeling way back when you learned to ride a bike? I had just begun school when I got my first bike. Day in and day out I would sit on the seat and push myself along the roadside curb with my right foot. My strides became longer and longer until one day I put caution to the wind and took my first pedal strokes. That day, the bike became my freedom machine. The world suddenly grew bigger, right in front of my tiny handlebars. I never looked back. Those first wobbly pedal strokes made a lasting impact on me. The feeling of freedom, of riding to new places. That same joy of exploring my backwoods is still with me today as a forty-something family man, riding from home to spend the night on our local mountain. 16 years old, I became more and more aware that our way of living was destroying our planet. I swore to fly as l