Pedaling Wayfarer

 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

 This time my ride took me 100 kilometres of country side gravel roads deep into the forests via old fire roads. In autumn forests are not so dense and I like to think that it's the time of year forests reveals their secrets for the ones willing to look. No traffic, just gravel I was able to ride all by myself. Not a single car went by, not a single person was seen. There's something beautiful in riding small gravel roads that go through dense forests. The sound of the tyres rolling on a gravel road is kind of peaceful and meditative. Add some autumn breeze and colourful leaves falling of from the trees and you can easily loose yourself there. It's what riding gravel is all about. Sensations, adventure and discovery. Do you ever think about the roads you're riding on? Why they were built? How old they are? Surprisingly many roads go back in history for hundreds of years. Many roads used to be just a small tracks or carriage roads. Revealing secrets I was around 40 kilom

For a while I've had this strange urge to visit a small town called Sammaljoki. I have no idea why. I decided to ride there as it made a nice 200km roundtrip. It was a great ride. Beautiful country side, colors of autumn and nearly empty roads. Theater of imagination After around 30 kilometres I saw a small signpost saying something about an outdoor theater. I ride past the sign, but after couple of minutes I decided to turn around and go see what that sign was all about. There was a beautiful theater by a lake. I went to the top of the grandstand to sit there awhile. View was amazing, leaves where falling of from the trees as autumn starts to take over the land. There was a scent of old leaves in the air. It was completely silent. Almost like time ceased to exist. I probably lost at least 30 minutes just by listening that nothingness. Shed that was My route took me to an seemingly old and bumpy gravel road. The road was surrounded by fields and very high rocks. Forest on top of th