This is my second post in r/backpacking, hope you enjoy it as much as I did ✌🏼
Also, riding on a full suspension was easier than I thought!
👇🏻 a couple of excerpts from my blog: [https://www.memoirsfromthemountains.com/p/transalp-diaries-day-2-from-worries](https://www.memoirsfromthemountains.com/p/transalp-diaries-day-2-from-worries)
>Along the way, I met a diversity of cyclists, of all ages and all fitness levels. A feeling of hopefulness surrounded the image of a senior couple enjoying the forest on their e-bikes. “Isn’t this something?” I thought — a couple that has probably been together for the best part of their lives could still enjoy a ride together. Being here felt like a jump into the future; e-bikes were a thing, and those who might have been deterred by fitness could now appreciate the freedom that two wheels bring.
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>That day, I embraced the “I stop where I want” mentality. I stopped by a lake to feed the ducklings and call my mother. I took the time to align the disc brakes of a family’s bicycle that had trouble. I stopped to observe and capture a cluster of mushrooms on a stump. I stopped when I saw two inviting benches surrounding a cross, perfect for my lunch break.
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>Finally, I arrived at Landeck, just another city in the valley to my eyes. I hadn’t heard about it nor had I looked it up. There must have been history behind it, or maybe there wasn’t. My aim wasn’t to be a tourist and read the travel guide books. “History is important, it’s relevant, but not for me, not now.” I’m not traveling in the usual way; I want to experience things that don’t have a name; I want to see roads that don’t have an address; I want to be where it’s hard to describe.
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This is my second post in r/backpacking, hope you enjoy it as much as I did ✌🏼
Also, riding on a full suspension was easier than I thought!
👇🏻 a couple of excerpts from my blog: [https://www.memoirsfromthemountains.com/p/transalp-diaries-day-2-from-worries](https://www.memoirsfromthemountains.com/p/transalp-diaries-day-2-from-worries)
>Along the way, I met a diversity of cyclists, of all ages and all fitness levels. A feeling of hopefulness surrounded the image of a senior couple enjoying the forest on their e-bikes. “Isn’t this something?” I thought — a couple that has probably been together for the best part of their lives could still enjoy a ride together. Being here felt like a jump into the future; e-bikes were a thing, and those who might have been deterred by fitness could now appreciate the freedom that two wheels bring.
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>That day, I embraced the “I stop where I want” mentality. I stopped by a lake to feed the ducklings and call my mother. I took the time to align the disc brakes of a family’s bicycle that had trouble. I stopped to observe and capture a cluster of mushrooms on a stump. I stopped when I saw two inviting benches surrounding a cross, perfect for my lunch break.
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>Finally, I arrived at Landeck, just another city in the valley to my eyes. I hadn’t heard about it nor had I looked it up. There must have been history behind it, or maybe there wasn’t. My aim wasn’t to be a tourist and read the travel guide books. “History is important, it’s relevant, but not for me, not now.” I’m not traveling in the usual way; I want to experience things that don’t have a name; I want to see roads that don’t have an address; I want to be where it’s hard to describe.