This time my gravel ride took me fairly deep into forest. The ride was only around 60 kilometres long, but most of it was ridden in very small forest roads deep in the wilderness. Weather was cold and very damp. I started thinking that I should find some place to make a campfire. I kind of knew that this area had lean-to shelters here and there. Wisdom of age While riding deeper and deeper into the forest I saw group of big stones and rocks. It looked interesting. It looked wild. It reminded me how young mankind really is compared to these stones thrown around by ice sheet thousands and thousands years ago. We should never forget how bloody small and young we are. Mankind must respect things older than itself. Left behind I left my bicycle for a while and went exploring the forest around the stones. I had a feeling I might find something interesting and I truly did. There was an old campsite. Just wondering what's the story behind it? There are no visible trails leading to it. No
Documenting imagination. Experiencing life by bicycle.