The breakfast newspaper is dull, the oatmeal bland. Finland is depressing. Spring was on its way, finally. With the arrival of April, I had discarded studded tires and other winter equipment. Monday, April 25 was a pretty day for my traditional 100 km spring test run.
Telephone poles have large heaps of squirrel-processed cones at the bottom.
Large boulders speck the forest floor, remnants of the ice age. There is no way of enjoying the scenery but my memory tells me it is rather nice. At times the rain falls down ever harder, the drops hurt my face and my bell keeps ringing faintly. I see no other cyclists. So, on a most beautiful hot summer day, I set out on my own, panniers fully loaded, to the northwest and Jyvaeskylae, where I live.