Or as it is called in reality: Camp Grinsby.
If you live in Belgium and watch VTM, you might’ve seen an episode or two (or maybe more if you’re a fan of the genre) of the Coppens family who started a camping in Sweden 3 years ago. The whole move to Sweden and all their hurdles and happinesses were shown episode after episode.
Leen thought it’d be fun to check this out in reality, and since it was kinda on our way, why not pay them a visit.
But first we had to get there. The route wasn’t that long. But the climbing meters were challenging to say the least.
Early in our route, initial ascents may induce rapid leg muscle fatigue, resulting in an accelerated accumulation of lactic acid with each subsequent climb.
That happened pretty early on our trip with Leen, so she ended up walking almost every steep climb next to her bike. I didn’t get off easy either. I kept pushing to reach every intermediate summit, only to have the same thing happen a few climbs later.
But there was also a lot of beauty along the road. Flowers and butterflies colored our trip.
During the afternoon, we departed from Dalsland and proceeded to cross the border into Värmland.
Sweden consists of 21 provinces, also known as län. Each province has its own characteristics and is governed by a provincial administration. The provinces were established in 1634.
For one of the last parts of our tour, we had to drive for several kilometers alongside the E18.
Not our favorable pass time.
Vehicles, including cars, trucks, and buses, frequently pass at speeds ranging from 80 to 100 km/h. While the majority of Swedish drivers demonstrate consideration for cyclists, there are occasional instances where vehicles pass with a clearance of only 20 to 30 cm, which can be scary. Very scary.
So if you ever need to overtake a bike on a road without a bike lane, please think about us 😉.
For the very last part, Komoot, our planning app, wanted us to take a shortcut through the forest. The road was barred, but we wanted to go for the adventure. (WHY???)
But no complaints here. It was also a very beautiful road!
And the le moment supreme: Camp Grynsbyn aka Camping Coppens.
After registering, Senne, one of the many camping helpers, helped us to find a perfect camping spot.
As we did not encounter too much shops on our route, we had set all our hopes to the camping shop. But that was a disappointment.
Very little choice, no bread, no yoghurt or vegetables or fruit.
So we assembled an evening meal with was available and what we still had in our bags.
And then clean the dishes, make our beds and a lovely shower!
We are ready for two more Camp Grinsby days!
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