The Original 'Mountain' Bikers


The Full Experience

The desolation of the Pakistani desert was almost welcome. After days of violent threats upon his life, endless questions from curious onlookers, broken spokes and illness, Goran Kropp was finally alone. The weight of the trailer in tow seemed lighter. He kept an eye on the bicycle's odometer: 4,489 miles...4,490...4,491... In the stillness, he allowed his thoughts to wander back to Sweden. Back to those who doubted his strength and integrity. Kropp recalled a certain tabloid writer dismissing his cycling as "pointless" should he use the routes and ladders already established in the Khumbu Icefall, a dangerous segment of the South Col route to Everest's summit. For a moment, he peddled harder. Those people—his doubters—didn't know what he was capable of. 4,493...4,494... If he could navigate this distance on bicycle, then he could make his own way through the Icefall as well. Perhaps I should give her something to think about. Nothing is impossible. (quoted p. 63 ultimate high)

At the end of this ride, still several thousand miles away, Kropp's goal was to scale Everest without oxygen. Throughout the 1990s, he had started to view the tourism of Everest as a canker on the mountainside. "If the goal of mountaineering was just to save time and effort, then I would have been satisfied scaling Everest with the Saab aircraft," he says in his book, Ultimate High. Instead, he packed all of his gear and rode from his home in Sweden 7,000 miles to Kathmandu. Kropp's self-imposed challenge did not end there. He scoffed at the idea of having others haul his gear to base camp.


With that, the second challenge began. Cramming all of his food and equipment into a pack, he set off with this 143-pound load. His girlfriend, Renata Chlumska, paced back and forth along the road as he walked with inhuman slowness. His goal wasn't base camp; It was the next bench, the next crest, the next turn. After a few weeks, when he finally established himself in camp, the other expeditions had long been set-up.

Kropp's first bid for the summit would fail. His fitness abandoned him, and time seemed to move swiftly when he could not. Knowing fully well the dangers of reaching the summit too late in the day, Kropp turned back. Before he could try again, he would watch the 1996 tragedy unfold. After the storm broke, Kropp tried again and met success. After his descent, he bolstered his health for a month and took off for Sweden, once more on his bicycle. "We are all different," wrote Kropp. "Some of us have wilder dreams than others."

Maxime Turgeon's gear for his 18 day, 1236km alpine tour. [Photo] Maxime Turgeon

In 2009, another dreamer began his odyssey. Maxime Turgeon had ambitions fueled by figures of mountaineering history. "I daydreamed about the story of Hermann Buhl biking through the night from Austria to Italy in 1952. By afternoon, he'd made the first solo ascent of the northeast face of the Piz Badile, with only a thin rope, a few pitons, some slings and carabiners... Almost sixty years later, I felt that same need to get back to the simplest form possible." Turgeon took to his bicycle for a climbing tour of the Alps, covering a distance of 1,236 kilometers and climbing seven classic 500m to 1000m routes solo. Every moment of his quest—not just the climb—was significant. In his essay "A Simple Line" in Alpinist 30, he asks "How could you truly understand a chain of mountains without linking each kilometer to each?" As he covered those kilometers, he reflected on a past that had guided his future, and rediscovered a landscape he thought he'd known well.

With spiritual journeys like these capturing our attention and imaginations, it's almost easy to forget another group of climbers. Like Cassin, there are still the young and determined scraping together a meager living within sight of the mountains, doing whatever it takes to climb them.

For Jens Holsten growing up in Northwest Washington, bicycling to climbs was the norm from the beginning. Climbing became a part of life before a driver's license did, so Holsten's bicycle was the logical vehicle. When he moved to Central Washington, this didn't change. In fact, it was almost easy. "From where I live right now, it's maybe like 15 miles from my front door to where I get off the bike and start hiking. Maybe gaining a little elevation depending on where you're going. Where I live is really conducive to biking to climbs. It would be harder other places for sure." That being said, no one was typically eager to join Holsten for the cycling portions, and if he could find a ride he wasn't shy about taking it.

Holsten enjoying success atop the remote, but increasingly popular, North Gunsight after the first free ascent. It took him and Hasson two days to approach the climb, and two days to descend back to their vehicle. [Photo] Max Hasson

In 80 years, climbers haven't lost their knack for pinching pennies. As gas prices go up, the sport becomes more demanding than it already is. When Holsten's ambitions grew, he wondered what it would take to accomplish them. "I was really excited to do some bigger climbs in places different from my home, and I thought this required me to make a lot of sacrifices. I didn't have a rig, but it worked for me because I was really motivated and I looked at it as training to be biking around and going climbing." And training it is, both mentally and physically. "It's about extending my body for really long periods of time. You usually drive your car up to the trail head, go climbing and come back hours and hours later to collapse in your car. But having to ride your bike before and coming down and having to ride a significant ways home not only increases your physical fitness, but also your mental toughness."

Still, Holsten found the choice of peddling to the mountains more than just necessity. Although the ride was always motivated and dominated by thoughts of the climb, it was still part of the experience. These were human-powered adventures, from start to finish. "Sometimes I would run instead of bike," said Holsten. "You know, anything that's sort of having that experience one-hundred percent fueled by me and my body." And even at the moment on the summit, when there would lurk that sinking feeling to remind Holsten of the ride home, there would also be satisfaction. When you can no longer go up, you can still look out at where you came from.

Ultimately, the distance covered makes little difference, whether it was ten miles or several hundred. Nor does it matter if the mountain or route chosen was tread countless times before. For those that take this extra challenge, regardless if it's to save pennies or find something greater, it is a chance to reconnect with history, as well as test the limits of one's own endurance and will.

Goran Kropp in Turkey on his way to Everest. Kropp's style has not taken hold within the climbing community. Few people today climb 8000m peaks without bottled oxygen, let alone without air transport, camp support, or motorized approaches. [Photo] Fredrik Blomqvist / Blomqvist Produktion Sweden

Sources: The Big Walls: From the North Face of the Eiger to the South Face of Dhualagiri, My Life: Eiger North Face, Grandes Jorasses, & Other Adventures, Ultimate High, Alpinist 30, Jens Holsten,
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