The word microadventure hasn’t made it into the dictionary yet, but it might soon. The term – for a low-maintenance mini adventure you can do near home has become a cult hashtag on Twitter and the newest way to channel your inner Bear Grylls without actually having to eat bugs and drink your own piss. The day after I came back from London it was still the middle of Easter Vacation and the sun was shining more than ever before. I decided to grab my bike and hit the dust on the rode. I mapped a general route that passed through some really small nearby towns and looped all the way back. Rather than thinking about it as a stupid alternative to the big and impressive destinations all air companies promise to take you, I thought that if I wasn’t going to be doing this, I’d probably be doing nothing at all. I chose to make the most out of my vacation and the most out of Denmark.
I went down the path that leads really out of the city. Past a hill, over the sunny embrace of the open road and in between the seldom family farms that spring up in the landscape. Everything was either a deep shade of green or a charming wash of light blue sky. Sometimes seeing horses would surprise me and I would stop my bike to try to get their attention as if they were dogs. They kept grazing, I kept biking.