Yesterday I biked the legendary Curonian Spit: a strip of land just across the water from Lithuania that runs ~50 miles down into the Russian territory of Kaliningrad. The land mass itself is no more than 1 kilometer wide, meaning it straddles the Baltic Sea and the Curonian Lagoon. And the entire thing is a nature reserve. If you can’t picture what that looks like, here you go:
From start (Smiltyne) to finish (Nida) is 50 kilometers, and buses run that can take you back to Smiltyne (where the ferry is) once you reach Nida.
HOWEVER, I like sleeping. I like sleeping so much so that I woke up at roughly 11 AM, sleeping through several alarms. You can’t control the Marver when he wants to sleep.
So, by the time I took this ferry across the Smiltyne, I had roughly five hours until the bike rental was due back. 10 km/hour isn’t too brisk of a pace, but it wouldn’t afford me the opportunity to explore some of the nature and the beaches, so I knew that was out of the picture. Rather than bike all the way to Nida, I decided to bike to Juodkrante, a village of about 250 people, and back; in all it would be close to the same distance (roughly 40 km) and would give me more time to do cool stuff.
After getting to Smiltyne, I immediately set out west for the Baltic Sea. Roughly two minutes later, I saw this:
I didn’t go in the water just yet, though. There were too many people and I thought it’d make sense to take a break halfway through my journey to swim and cool off. So I set out on the bike path. And boy did it not disappoint. Here’s like a billion pictures:
Eventually, I got tired and came up on a beach that looked pretty remote. I was right.
Eventually, I’d reach Juodkrante. Just in time since I had actually nearly run out of water.
And, of course: