People's beer, brown cheese, mud, blood and mountain bikes.
Yeah, this must be Umeå.
Andrea has things she wants to tell you about those ten days. It's up to you who you listen to first, but make no mistake: you need to see her post.
Andrea and Martin reminded me how fun mountain biking is. They started my trip by putting me to work the day after I arrived.
A different kind of work.
After a day's work...
But then, what's being outside with your friends in the dirt and mud, if not play?
And it was muddy, certainly. The bikes needed cleaning after every ride; I always took care to help Martin with that.
I even worked on cleaning the bikes at a garden along the path.
"Hey Andrea, does 'Mors dag' mean 'Mother's Day?'
"Yeah, why? Oh shit!"
Hanging out with some Swedes Martin drives the car to Bygdsiljumbacken Bygdsiljum
Shit. I might need to work on the flow with that last line.
The Hessness came, the Hessness saw, the Hessness conquered.
No cold, no May drizzle, no artsy inverted bathtub could ever hold her back.
So she went with us to Bygdsiljumbacken Bygdsiljum back, back.. back..
Back to work
This's us on the 4x4, Jacke driving. It's probably a really weird photo if you don't know that.
It's still kinda weird if you do.
Back to work?
and so back to play
Maybe it's not all just some "flat little shit hole in the north of Sweden."
Well, the flat part's apt.
It was ten days, but the sun never did set. If I dig deep enough, there should be a metaphor for friendship here that I can tie to Jenn, to Martin, to Andrea.
By now though, I hope that you can see that some things, especially the good things, don't need so many words.
Fuck. Yes. Brown Cheese.