In these atypical times, atypical ideas arise. And so is this atypical path. And what makes him so special? By running it essentially within my domicile. Yes, we can already travel within the district, but who knows when this capable and all-powerful government will ban something again. In that case, you need to be prepared. Everything.
Bikepacking is a drug for me, I can’t do without it for a long time, let alone after winter, let alone when I’m in distance education with my son for the seventh month. But what can I tell you, many of you know it, and many of you are worse off than I am. Every day, in front of a computer, taking classes, making lunch, doing homework, preparing for the next day, and so on and so forth. Unlike a lot of people, we have the advantage of living right on the edge of the forest and so it is always possible, after the day-to-day duties have been carried out, to go out into the forest for a while. The forest is interspersed with a network of trails, paths and illegal trails, so there is fun to be had, and with a little effort you can drive twenty-five kilometers without taking the same route every time.
After 5:00, I say goodbye and head out. I don’t want to go straight to the place of lodging, because I’m only three kilometres from home, so I’m taking the opposite direction, twisting the route in different ways and delaying my arrival at my destination as much as possible. After less than two hours, I have roughly twenty kilometers on the road and am approaching a pond in the middle of the forest where I want to pitch a tent for tonight and spend the night. There’s no one around, which is quite unusual because there are quite a few people here and at this time of day. Luck favors me. Not far from the shore, I have a suitable place for a tent. It will stretch out a bit, because you have to photograph all the details, but that doesn’t matter enough time.
I wake up in the morning just after five o’clock, making tea for breakfast and adding a good strong coffee after breakfast. I’m packing, which turns out to be a rather difficult task, because the cold is quite severe and I haven’t worn warm gloves, but I can do that, too, eventually, and I’m getting on my bike at six-thirty. But I don’t want to go home. Classes don’t start until nine o’clock today, and that gives me plenty of time to go out. Since it’s sunny again, the target is clear. Lookout! I’m taking a long detour to warm up my numb body. Which I do, given that lookouts tend to be on a hill. I only meet the morning jogger along the way, otherwise there’s not a soul around. Climb the lookout tower, enjoy the view of Liberec, Jablonec, Bohemian Paradise, some pictures and hurrah for home.
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