Sleipnir had languished, relegated to being a beast of labor and nothing more. Back and forth, the same old routes every week — work, work, work. The whole point of owning a motorcycle is the feeling of freedom that it brings, and I was only using mine as a commuter vehicle. So when my friends Alisa, Jared, Kristina, and Sean mentioned they’d be glamping in Okgye Valley Friday night and hiking in the area on Saturday, I eagerly jumped at the opportunity to join up Saturday morning. To get there, I’d have to ride Sleipnir. Le sigh…
The connection to place, to the land, the wind, the sun, stars, the moon… it sounds romantic, but it’s true – the visceral experience of motion, of moving through time on some amazing machine – a few cars touch on it, but not too many compared to motorcycles. I always felt that any motorcycle journey was special.” – Antoine Predock
The area around Okgye is a favorite camping spot for Pohang folks and an easy drive from the city. You can reach the area by driving up Highway 7, but the traffic on the 7 is unpleasant. It’s a dirty, smelly, crowded drive, and not one I wanted to reacquaint myself with.
Motorcycle Ride to Okgye Valley
So Sleipnir and I went inland along country roads and found ourselves surrounded by crinkled hills and yellowing rice fields. The harvest was fast approaching — some fields had already been scythed and cleared.