Ridges

Exactly one week after Ultravasan 90, it was time for my next ultra adventure. Taking the bus up to Bjurholm with Elin shortly before 7 a.m., the rain reinforced my doubts about the wisdom of running another ultra so soon after my previous one but, after a first hour in the rain, Elin and I were treated to an incredible trail run along Öreälvsleden as we followed its meandering path towards the sea. 

Occasionally, we would run on ridges high above and, other times, we would run just next to river. Sometimes, we were in the middle of dark forests with lots of undergrowth, but here and there, fields would open up as we passed through cute villages. As always, people were incredibly friendly, offering us drinks and fruit as the kilometres kept adding up.  

In Tallberg, we got to see the three railway bridges crossing the Öre River, the oldest one being a steel truss bridge from 1891. Together, the bridges show how bridge construction has evolved over the course of a century as the trains became heavier. At 50k, we decided to call it a day and, within minutes, we were able to hitchhike the last bit down to Nordmaling in a red Volvo from 1966.