Terii’s Cycling Babble

I Only Mention This Trip Because…
June 28, 2018, 7:30 pm
Filed under: Day Rides, Misc

Awww. So little! So young! It still wobbled on its little legs!

… it has completely impacted my ability to cycle. I’m also going to take the opportunity to stick photos of the trip into the narrative all willy-nilly. Example, here’s one of a tiny baby reindeer that at best was less than a week old. It might have even been born just that day as it still seemed a bit wobbly on its feet, kinda like Loke.

So, the day before we were due to leave to Norway, I still had to get the trike back to the storage. With so little chance to ride over the weekend of the Mid-summer because of dinner with the family, concern about drunk drivers, and last minute planning for the trip, I decided I’d go for broke on Sunday, June 24th, with a long ride. Do the Börje/Gamla Uppsala loop for 18 miles to explore that new cycle path across the fields.

Jens neatly popped that balloon. “Take Loke with you for a short bit?”

Suddenly a 4-5 hour ride was going to turn into a 7 hour with still packing to do. I decided to just do a short plod with the furball.

Lake View from hotel restaurant. Arjeplog, Sweden

And plod it was. Loke was back to his shuffling around. I didn’t bully him about it though. Just sighed and crept along at whatever pace he set. We got a bit over 2 miles which took about an hour and a half. As we rolled along in the pleasant weather which continues to kill the grass and other vegetation, even after a good solid rain on Sweden’s Midsummer holiday on Friday, it occurred to me. If I was just doing a measly loop around anyway, I should have done it in the early hours of Monday morning, just before leaving for the trip. That would have given Loke a bit of exercise before being pinned up in the car for 9 hours. Admittedly were going to stop and walk him a few times, but still.

When Jens came to get us from the storage, I took the chance to toss the kayak into the back of the car. Good. That much packing done.

The trike, since I’d taken it back to storage, clearly was going to stay home. My reasoning was this, Norwegian roads are SCARY. They’re narrow and twisty, often with a hard rock face on one side, a looooong drop on the other, and just enough space for vehicles to squeak by. Throwing my pokey self into that mix on blind curves while inching up a mountain and traffic desperate to pass from behind? Yeeeeaaahhh… umm.. NO.

Church in Arjeplog

That’s even without touching on the fact I’ve gotten so little cycling in this year. So very little. It means there’s been limited opportunity to build up stamina and strength for riding. Scary roads, mountains, and I’m about as strong as a toddler on the trike? Doesn’t sound like fun.

Back in February and March, I had such dreams for the year. I suddenly started feeling good on rides. Better stamina, my hip not hurting, my feet bothering me less. The sky was the limit! Then Loke crashed and burned in April, chaining me back to the hamster tracks. Last year it was my body. This year, his.

So, trike back in storage, and kayak in the car. We got most things packed that evening. The next morning, it was just on Jens to get up early, walk the dog, then we’d throw the more valuable stuff in the car and go. I’m not sure, but it might have been the first time we’ve ever gotten away at or even a few minutes before the departure time we’d picked.

This just looks so strange. Rocks settled in the hollows like water…

Jens got us to Gävle, a bit over an hour north, and then passed the driving to me for a bit. I did it for about 4 hours while he dozed. Then we stopped to give Loke a little walk and offered water. Then back in the car with Jens driving. it was a pretty day. Clouds here and there and not insufferably warm. It wasn’t until we were into Lapland and reindeer started showing up that the photos began.

A bit over 9 hours and we arrived in Arjeplog. The little cabin we had was good enough. The beds seemed comfortable. The only problem was it was so HOT in there. Seriously. Could have used it for a sauna or to house Amazon rainforest critters. The woman serving at the restaurant on the sight was very nice. We had to sit outside with Loke and out there, it was chilly and insanely windy. It hadn’t felt that bad before getting to where the restaurant stood at the edge of the lake, so I had no sweater or jacket. When I asked for a blanket, the woman couldn’t find it, so brought out her own jacket for me to use.

After a hot night, I woke with my back just killing me. Those beds had been sneaky. Felt comfortable and then WHAM! Back pain the next morning. I hate those tricksy ones. We didn’t rush as it was only 4 hours to our hotel in Norway above the Arctic circle and check-in wasn’t until 3 pm. Took turns hobbling to breakfast when even Jens’ back hurt on waking up. Then we walked with Loke a bit.

Oooh! First snow dotted mountain!!

Then we set off, Jens driving. The plan was with my wonderful hubby driving, we’d take our time and do lots of stops for photos on the way. Just let whim guide us.

Lake, cloud shrouded mountain peak, trees, and distant waterfall.

3rd time above the Arctic Circle.

The first photo I stopped for was what, to me, looked to be an odd sort of landscape. It was kinda marsh like with stunted conifer trees, but in some places, where one would expect water, were rocks instead. Most rather large. The size of large dogs. But instead of being a wild jumble of sizes and piled up, they were spread out into a curiously level sort of surface. Just struck me as weird. I’m sure it’s some kind of feature left by the retreat of the glaciers when the last ice age came to an end, but almost flat surfaces the rocks formed, and the way the patches were clustered across the ground was fascinating. It stretched on for some kilometers.

Can’t help it. I love geology almost as much as I love animals and cycling.

About an hour, hour and a half later, we crossed the Arctic Circle. There was a little gas-station/cafe/RV park there along with a sign marking the imaginary line.

I was so loving the landscape. Just breathtakingly different as well as beautiful. The stunted trees. The rough bedrock, gouged and scoured by glaciers long gone. Then there’s the soft swell and rise of the mountains, pushing up above the tree-line and dotted with lingering snow from which spring streams and waterfalls to come tumbling down into arctic lakes.

And then we were crossing the border into Norway. I suppose I should have photographed the crossing, but ah well.

And Norway!

The change from Sweden to Norway always boggles my mind. It’s like someone said, “Hey, we’ll give you, Sweden, the nice soft mountains with pretty scenery, but we’ll take the sharper peaks, cliffs, deep gorges, and 4x the waterfalls for even more spectacular scenery.” Honestly, it happens in just a few miles of crossing the border. It’s like you go over that line, down a hill, around a curve and BAM! High, jagged peaks as yet unsoftened by erosion and deep little canyons filled with rapids of crystalline blue waters. I’ve been to Norway… 3 times, I think? Yet, I was still so surprised by that change. I imagine, it will still catch me off guard when I go again.

Seriously! Look at that gorgeous water!

Naturally, with the higher mountains thrusting up into the atmosphere, the sun had pretty much disappeared as the rising air had its moisture a bit squeezed by the walls of rock. Pity. The blue waters of some of those streams would really have popped with a bit of sunlight.

Narrow, twisty road. I would _not_ want to cycle it!

Just amazing.

I went as nuts with the camera as I could. Poor Jens. He doesn’t like heights and those roads were so narrow with long drops on one side. Yet, every time I’d say, “STOP!” as we passed a spot with a cut-out, he’d do his level best as long as there wasn’t any traffic behind us. He’d even offer to turn around if he had the chance. I always declined those offers. No sense in getting silly.

We took our time since there was really no rush thanks to the 3 pm check in time.

I’ll admit, the drive made me a bit nervous as we were coming down from the Swedish border. The road only had a little ‘lip’ of concrete or mortared rock about knee high and was so very narrow. We were on the ‘long drop’ side. Every time a bit semi-truck came by the other direction, I had to suppress the urge to grip the dashboard with a white knuckled grip. I really didn’t want to do anything to make Jens even more rattled.

But, we made it down in one piece, clearly. Soon, the waters of a fjord were rippling between the mountain peaks instead of wild waters of almost tropical blue.


It didn’t seem very long before we were down among the fjords. The roads were a little easier to take then. Good, strong railings a bit higher and the road was a tiny bit wider. We were on the E6 for a good portion of it which is considered a major European highway. Honestly, some Swedish backcountry roads are bigger. Also tunnels. Lots and lots of tunnels.

It turns out there were probably some places I could have ridden if we’d stayed in those areas. Spots where the E6 widened into two comfortable lanes and was treated like the E4 here here between Uppsala and Stockholm. To either side were tiny little roads, barely larger than say the cycle highways here in Uppsala. There wasn’t much traffic on them though as they served as thoroughfares for the little villages wedged between the mountains or the sea to either side of the E6. Sadly, none of those places were very close to our final destination.

On the way to the maelstrom.

Even with taking our time and lots of photo stops, we were still going to arrive fairly early. So, while I jumped out at one place to snap like mad, Jens did some looking around on his phone and found a place with a maelstrom. That is, a ‘crushing current’. The Saltstraumen Maelstrom has the claim of the world’s strongest tidal bore current and can produce whirlpools up to 30 feet across. It was about 40 minutes ‘off the path’, but with the there and back before heading on to the hotel, it would be just about right.

Overlooking the entrance of the tidal bore channel.

Naturally, we missed the tide change so couldn’t see the bore while there, but we made note of the next tides and decided we’d try again the next day.

Sea gulls just loved this little cottage. Later, there were 5 of them on it.

Then we headed off toward the hotel.

Should have shot this in black and white…

The weather just got more and more gray as we went. Jens’ phone flipping had discovered that the weather was supposed to be truly abysmal for the next 2 days. Roughly the length of our stay. Spits of rain were beginning as we pulled into the hotel parking and I went in search of reception. The first woman at the desk didn’t speak English and I couldn’t make out her Norwegian. Swedish and Norwegian are very close. The times I’ve gone to Norway with Jens, he chats along in Swedish as if he’s back at home and the Norwegian answers in his own tongue. I can often at least catch words in Norwegian, but not this time.

The waterfall of DOOM!

Finally she found someone who spoke kind of spoke English. Our room wasn’t ready. How long? She didn’t know.

I just love ‘keyhole’ photos.

I wandered back out to tell Jens. By then he’d wandered a bit with Loke and suggested we go around and look at the waterfall. The hotel actually sat just a few yards away from it, built on the cliff of the stream’s channel. We could even walk out to the boardwalk for a closer look. So, we set off. I had my camera with me, strap around my neck and was clicking photos.

Though there were stairs down to the board walk, part of the ‘path’ was right over glacier carved rock. Uneven and with thin gouges in it. I was looking down at it, being careful of where I put my feet rather than just obliviously stomping around and photo-snapping. It didn’t matter. I put my foot down on what seemed to be a safe surface and it just… rolled. The majority of my weight abruptly was on the outside face of my left foot and I felt rock against the ankle bone. I was essentially standing on the ankle bone and side of my foot.

Starbursts flared through my vision as I staggered sideways to get my weight on my right foot. I bent over, hand on my mouth as I tried not to scream and/or vomit. I started gulping air at the unbelievable pain. How I didn’t go completely down I don’t know. Jens was suddenly right beside me, trying to figure out what had happened. I kept gasping until my vision went gray with hyperventilation in an effort to suppress some of the agony. Couldn’t talk. Some how, I made it to a nearby bench, fresh bursts of red and ugly yellow in my eyes with each lurching, half-hopping step. Jens took the camera from me, saying if it hurt this much, he was impressed that I’d not gone down like a bag of rocks.

Almost 11 pm view from the hotel room

Jens left me with the fuzzy one and went to take care of the room. We had to go in through a back door with Loke. I’m not even sure how I made it. Surprisingly, the ankle didn’t swell up, but it hurt. I really expected it to turn black and blue and puff up like a basketball.

We talked around the problem for a while. The weather the next day was supposed to be heavy rain and gale force winds. My ankle, did I think we should take me to an emergency room? Honestly, the idea of driving an hour to the nearest town with a hospital didn’t sound like much fun. Not to mention it being a Norwegian hospital. Was I even going to be able to do anything for the next few days. I took a few tablets that are the Swedish equivalent of Tylenol. The only OTC pain meds I’m allowed thanks to my blood pressure. I was at last able to have my foot rest on the bed without wanting to cry.

On the way back to Sweden

I slept fitfully, annoyed by the stupidity of such a senseless thing happening. Especially since I’d been taking such care to not slip. The beds made my back even worse than the last hotel. Jens still set the clock for midnight so we could wake up and see if the sun was out. We’d come all this way so I could see the ‘midnight sun’ if the clouds let us. I woke up at about 10:35 and the sun was trying to come through a bit. When the alarm woke me at midnight, it was all gray again. Still quite bright. I could  have sat outside reading a book with perfect ease.

The sun flirts with mountains across a fjord.

Ankle was, if anything worse when we got up the next morning. After a brief discussion we decided to just give it up and make a mad dash for home. it would mean driving for the entire day. Clearly even if the weather had been glorious, I wouldn’t be able to do anything. No kayaking. Couldn’t walk down to the best overlooks for the maelstrom if we drove there. But the weather was’t going to make any of that pleasant even if I could walk. Insanely high winds lashed the trees and sent heavy rain slashing at our hotel’s window. It came in waves. I spent part of the morning sitting and staring out the window watching the distant mounts disappear and reappear. If we went home, I could convalesce in my comfy recliner, foot propped up. I could deal with the emergency room I was most familiar with. The kitchen at home was a few hops away, not 100 yards or more to a cafe for mediocre food. Home, it was.

We were on the move by 7 am. It would have been about 6:45, except it took me 15 minutes to get from room to car.

My wonderful hubby encouraged me to call out for photo stops if any turned up. I took him up on the offer as long as I could get them from the car without the need to step out. The rain slashed down for much of the first few hours. Wild winds whipped and shoved the car around. After a bit though, the rain would let up on occasion and a glimpse of blue could be seen. Then it stopped raining. Suddenly, as we struck for inland Norway, the rain all but disappeared and the sun came out.

We left behind the rugged peaks, deep gorgeous, and crystal streams of Norway, climbing up into the domes and swells of the softer mountains toward the Swedish border. Shortly after we crossed back into the country I now call home, Jens decided he wanted to stop to walk Loke where a patch of snow wasn’t too far from the road. It was sunny and the clouds were cheerful puffs in the sky.

Stark, beautiful, and hilarious.

It turned into a hilarious riot that lifted my spirits. As soon as Jens opened the car door a gust of wind, so strong, blasted in that my ears popped, and yanked the door out his hand. Truly, I’m surprised the car didn’t plump into a sphere shape like some kind of metal and glass balloon. In the whirling gusts at temps of 40 F, he struggled with his jacket, the arms flapping wildly in the air as he fought to make them cooperate so he could slide the garment on. Then he staggered around to let Loke out.

Sun and shadow

I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the camera and stepped out, my ankle hurting not quite so much as long as I was VERY careful how I set weight on the foot. My hair twisted into coils, each lashing around like an angry snake as the wind didn’t seem to have any particular direction. It would shove from one side and then a split second later, push from another. That wild, wind, untamed by tree or building, only shaped by mountains added to the beauty of that landscape. So primal, this world of rock, ice, and air.

Loke was not impressed. After so many hours in the car for 2 days, he really had developed something akin to hate for the car, something he’s never really liked any way. The day before, when we’d let him out for a short walk and potty, he’d look so despondent as we’d turn back to the car even with goodies waiting for him as a bribe. Not that time. He couldn’t get back to the car quick enough. He’s unstable on rough ground and that wind, he just wanted to jump back into the car on his comfy pad away from the crazed atmosphere.

15 hours in the car and we were back home. My hubby was the hero in my book. Not only did he take all of the driving, shopping for food, and walking Loke; he kept my spirits up by telling he still counted the trip as a success, twisted ankle and bad weather aside. We’d had 3 days together without the distraction of TV or overuse of mobile phones or pads, chatting and even enjoying comfortable silences. I’d gotten to use the new Canon camera. We’d gotten to see some spectacular scenery and other than the beds killing us, which might just have been because we weren’t used to them, the hotels I’d picked weren’t bad.

Anyway, my ankle felt pretty bad when I woke this morning. I was actually using my computer desk’s chair as a wheel chair. Using my good leg and grabbing onto shelves, coffee table, or door jams to pull myself along, I’d scootch across most of the apartment. When Jens woke of his own accord, I gave him time to wake up and drink some coffee before getting him to drop me off at the emergency room here in Uppsala.

That was about 5 hours, but it didn’t feel like it. It never seemed that any single wait of the whole thing was a very long one. I had to wait for a nurse to see me, then for the doctor to come, xrays to be ordered, and then for those to be taken. After that, a wait for the radiologist to decide if more were needed, they were, and those to be taken. The longest wait was for the doctor.

Her earlier assessment that nothing was broken was reinforced by the xrays. Just a very bad sprain. Honestly, by time all of the visit was done, my ankle felt a bit better than it had that morning. A nurse came and wrapped it, gave me a paper with some PT exercises for it, and I was on my way home.

No cycling for a few more days at least though. See, cycling impacted so I’m sharing the trip and photos. I think I’ll wait until Monday. So, fingers crossed!

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Hi Terii!

Wonderful trip you’ve made. I’m a little envious actually. Never been that far up north, not in Sweden. 🙂

I’ve wanted to ask this for while. On your page about your routes you mention a place called Gamla gård on your Börja-G:a Uppsala rout. Where is this? I pondered if you could mean Disagården, but I don’t think so.

I found an old blog post where you mention meeting a woman on a Scorpion FX. I think that might be me. I don’t remember the ice incident or talking to another female trike owner. But then again, as you know trikes make you talk to a lot of people. AFAIK I’m the only one with an FX in town. There is a girl with an FS with a large rear wheel though. She’s a lot younger than me, very tall and thin. I’m in my early sixties and, well, not thin.

I have, on two occasions been mistaken for you. Once a woman stroke up a conversation, at the benches along Fyrisån, upstream. We talked a while and then she said: Where’s your dog today? Took a while before I realized she’d made a mistake, because I nannied a dog while her owner worked at that time.

Comment by scorp

Hi! Goodness! Sorry I’m responding to this so late! Usually comments get dinged in my email, but this one didn’t!

It was the younger, thinner woman who I met with at the little ice cream kiosk by the river where Svartsbäckgatan intersects with Skolgatan. I’m not sure I’ve ever met you though it’s possible I’ve seen your trike. I spotted a Scorpion parked somewhere a while back when I was wandering around downtown on foot.

And you’re correct Gamla Gården I speak of is not Disa. It’s on a small country road out between Börje and Åkerby churches. I think the area is called Altuna. Disa is more of an ‘official’ open air museum. This place is a collection of buildings lovingly rescued by a group of homeowners/farmers in the area. Some have been brought carefully from other locations and beautiful restored and since maintained. I know this because back when I used to ride by there often, I stopped to have an early lunch at the picnic tables they have under the birch trees one day. A bunch of men in their 50’s and 60’s came along and joined me at the tables because they were going to do maintenance on the buildings. They proudly told me about the history of the buildings and even let me in to peek at the interior of the cottage. It’s one of my favorite local areas really. Loke and I used to stop there often to take a short rest for water or a little snack. The pastures around it are also iron age burial grounds which fascinates me to no end even if it is just rocks, grass and shrubs. 🙂

And mistaken for me twice? How funny. It makes me wonder if I’ve ever been mistaken for you or someone else when I’ve not had Loke with me, but it just never became clear in the conversation. 😉

Comment by Terii

Forgot to say I’m not tall either. 😉

Comment by scorp

No fret. 🙂

I looked at a map and think I understand what road it is. This one?
Could you please tell me more exactly where Gamla Gård is? Are there signs? Will I know it when I see it? I’ve never ridden that rode – now I have a reason. The place sounds interesting and delightful.

Ah, that explains why I don’t remember you. I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen you either. But a friend of mine sees you all the time (I know it’s you because sometimes Loke has been with you). It’s odd we haven’t bumped into each other actually, because I think we have some roads in common.

My Scorp is orange BTW. And it usually sports a large front fairing. ATM it does not – it cracked. But I’ll get a new one AND try to repair the old, so soon it will have weather protection again.

Comment by scorp

I’ve not ridden much this year because of the heat and my ankle. It’s gonna be my worst ever unless I can turn it around when the ankle finally improves. :/

And your map is on the correct road! A little past the 2 km marker, there’s the name Altuna where a road goes off to the right. In reality, that’s an unpaved road which I’ve ridden a couple times. Gamla Gård sits RIGHT on the beginning of that dirt road. A small bit of pasture is on the corner and if you look across it, no more than 50 meters or so, you’ll see the farm house. There is a sign, a small wooden one so it won’t jump out at you.

59.912550, 17.487044

Those are the GPS coordinates. If you paste them into Google Maps, it will show you right where it is. 🙂

Comment by Terii

Same here. Been a bad year.

Thanks! now I get it. I’ll go there if there are any sunny days left this summer, maybe next week. I’ll tell you when I’ve been. 🙂

Comment by scorp

No worries! Oh, and if you’ve never ridden this stretch, there’s a crazy hill down from Gamla Gård if you head toward Åkerby church. It’s a long way down with a bit of a semi-flat in the middle before it gets really steep all the way down to a sharp curve and bridge over a stream. I’ve hit almost 50 kph on that stretch. It would be faster, but I always chicken out toward the bottom with images of cars whipping around the curve and cutting the corner. A steep climb up, but the way down will get your heart racing. 😀

Comment by Terii

Thanks! I was planning on riding that way – but in the other direction. Now I won’t. Doesn’t sound too fun going UP that hill. I’ll take the Klinta-Ströja road instead. I have some other spots in the area I also want to visit. It’s a GPS game I’m playing. I have some untaken “zones” there. I’ll get it together.

This week there will be some rain, they say. But week after is sunny and warm. That of course could change…

Comment by scorp

Yeah, I wouldn’t advise trying to come that way from the east. That shorter, but silly steep hill up from the stream going west is bad enough, but at least it doesn’t go on and on for almost a kilometer as it does between Gamla Gård and the stream.

I’m quite guilty of riding my usual routes in the same direction simply because of hills are easier one way than if I tried the other. 😛

Comment by Terii

You and me alike. And they say Uppland is flat. I think not!

Comment by scorp

I grew up on the Mississippi Gulf Coast of the US which _IS_ flat. Before coming to Sweden the first time, I remarked to my then fiance that I was worried I’d not be able to ride a bike there because of my bad knees. I couldn’t pedal fast/hard enough to keep enough speed to stay upright going up hills, so had to walk the few where I lived. Jens assured me Uppsala was flat. Imagine my shock when arrived here and found rolling terrain. Gently rolling mind you, but definitely _NOT_ flat. 😛

I think people just look at Stockholm and say, ‘Yep, Uppsala’s flat’, which in comparison might be so. The land around Stockholm is brutal. 😉

Comment by Terii

Well, it’s flat compared to Norrland. 😀

I went there yesterday. Chose the right day for it, what a beautiful day. Really pretty scenery along that small road from Broby to Altuna. But hard on the leg muscles when on a trike. Gravel and hills. Well, slopes. 😉

You were right. Gammelgården is a really nice place. So perfectly kept.. And the “enbacke” behind it – so pretty with a view over the plain. And large for an “enbacke”. I don’t know if you understand Swedish, but I assume you do and I can’t find a corresponding word in English. If there is, please tell me.

Anyway, thanks for the tip. It was great day and I’ll go there again. My only a little longer trip this summer. Such shame.

Here’s the route I took. Had some other places to visit too. It’s a GPS game I play. Oh, I live neither were the route starts or ends. I didn’t want to put the exact location on the web.

Comment by scorp

Oooh. Brave! You came _up_ that hill. 😀 My knees ache at the thought of that long climb. I’m getting stronger, but I’m not quite that strong yet. Also, once I get settled in a loop, I prefer to just keep going that way. 😛

Comment by Terii

I did? I thought the climb you referred to was between Altuna and Åkerby, so I avoided that road! 😀

The way I took was a little hilly, yes, but it was the gravel that really got me. I still feel that road in my thighs.

Nice and quick down slope to Börje k:a though!

Comment by scorp

Hmmm. Maybe I need to take a closer look at that map. 😛

Comment by Terii

Ah, okay. Nope, you missed it nicely by coming down that gravel road. I always come by way of Börje church toward Gamla Gård, but then go back onto the paved road where there’s the big hill down to the river and then back up which is less big, but very steep. 🙂

Comment by Terii

I might visit soon again, but I’m smart and will bring a friend in that case. A friend with a car. 😉

There’s an interesting old water mill by the river close to Gammelgården I’d like to see, but I didn’t realize it was located there until after I had been on my trip. Have you been there?

Comment by scorp

The only mill I’m aware of in the area is Ulva Mill and I rode there yesterday actually. If there’s another, I’d love to know about it! 😀

When I left Ulva Mill today after getting something to eat and using the restroom, I finally got to try the new cycle path around there was very pleasant. 🙂

Comment by Terii

No, but it fits in well on a trip to Ulva. it’s called Nyåkers kvarn. It at the turning point of this route, a little beyond the 13 km mark.
If you look at a larger scaled map the name Nyåkers kvarn will be on it. You can see the little road continues over the river to the dirt road to Gammelgården, But I was laze and took the main road. It was an asphalt day.

There’s a beautiful place on the way home (at the end of the little deflection I made at the 17 km mark). There’s a path (for walking) up a small hill to the right. On its top is an old settlement form the iron age, I think. Lots of old graves and settlements in the area. Have you been there?

Comment by scorp

A lot of the roads on that map were part of my ‘short’ ride loops back when 20-25 km were short. At the 6 km mark that hill to the north of the road is an old burial ground. Of course, you can’t take more than 2 steps in Uppland without stepping on some burial ground, old settlement, or hålväg. 😉 I LOVE it! 😀

Comment by Terii

That’s true. I’ve discovered a fantastic place in the middle of the nasty “köpladorna” in the new Gränbystaden, you know, where City Gross Gräänby is. You must go there.

It’s an old “offersten”, a stone on which they used to sacrifice to the gods. Also lots of graves founds in the area. It’s in a small grove just beside the GMX place. Only trees there, can’t miss it.

It’s so pretty in that grove. Like stepping into another world. You don’t hear the sounds from Österleden anymore. Very old trees, pines with several stems and other big trees. The tree crowns open up just where the stone is. It’s like being in a church.

Have some pictures of it here.

Comment by scorp

Is this the area the 4H sometimes uses for their sheep? And did you know that the big (and growing) Granby Mall sits where an Iron Age burial ground was? And between the mall and Vaksala Church, there’s that pasture with the rocky hill which is also a burial ground as are the fields and trees across from it. I think the hill behind the Mio next to a little farm is also a burial ground.

Comment by Terii

Yes, I’ve read about that.

Sheep? Not that I’m aware of. Don’t think so. It isn’t fenced. Here.
It’s the map for that game I’m playing. The white banana shaped figure is the zone (as we call the spots we need to go to to collect points). It’s on top of and behind the BMX ramp. Maybe 25 meters to the right of the ramp is a grove. There it is!

Best is to use the road south of the ramp, Tennisvägen. You can ride right up to the ramp from there.

Comment by scorp

Aha! Now I see google has place a blueish waypoint right at the grove. You may need to enlarge the map a little to see it. It’s labeled “BMX-bana”.

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I love this web site which is linked to Sweden’s National Heritage Board. You can see the sheer scope of the archaeology all over the place. Sadly, it appears they’ll be discontinuing this map function which breaks my heart. I hope they replace it with something similar. I love being able to plot a ride and see all the burial grounds, ancient settlements and such along it.

Comment by Terii

Yeah, I’ve wondered about that too. The new sate they refer to doesn’t seem to have a map…

Comment by scorp

Yeah. I had my husband take a look at the site as well since my Swedish is still pretty weak.

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