Just an overnight fixed gear trip in the Stockholm rural outskirts. We cycled about 60km from home to Domarudden. Good times. I’ll let the pictures talk.

Natasza trying to catch flies.

Me, getting drunk for the ride.

Natasza killing it at Mont Ventoux.

Kids, don’t ever play with food.

We climbed some massive amounts of stairs, thinking of George Mallory who did quite the same somewhere someday.

Hiting the country side with our rocket bikes.

Rehydratation, crucial.

Getting there

Just a bike and a lake.

Cleaning the dirt out of our skin, au naturel

The bathroom was okay

View from our bed.

Mountain Laurel Designs bug net in action.

This little guy I named Jack came by our camp to share some bread. Nice breakfast with a local from the lake.

Getting bored, let’s ride back home.