It started with a small disaster — I forgot my only long pants for the weekend at my friend’s house. Luckily, Nick (who hosted me the night before with Sandra) brought them back just in time before we rolled out, and the trip kicked off in the very best way: new happy faces, beautiful gravel climbs and a warm campsite dinner waiting at the end of day one.

Day two took us through “Little Canada,” a ferry ride, and straight onto an island campsite in the middle of a lake. Chilly nights, wide horizons, and that surreal feeling of being far away even if you’re not. Hanging out all together after dinner while sharing stories and snacks was definitely one of my favorite parts.

On the last day I stopped for some coffee and pastries with Rebekka and Dani; little did we know the coffee machine of that only shop was broken…we lost the group, but managed to catch up at lunchtime, where we talked and laughed about our personal “luxury items” for bikepacking. Then came rain, a forest full of (very chill) wild pigs, and finally sunshine, pasta, hugs and goodbyes at Bici Bavarese.
A unique weekend, packed with the in-betweens that make bikepacking adventures unforgettable.