Rv120: The Scenic Route from Skedsmovollen to Somewhere You’d Rather Not Be Picture this: you’re in Norway, a land known for its breathtaking fjords, majestic mountains, and of course, endless love for the open road. You find yourself in Lillestrøm, and someone suggests that you take Riksvei 120, or Rv120 for short, the road that claims to connect Skedsmovollen with Mosesvingen. Little do you know, you've just signed up for an unintentional joyride through the land of “Why am I here again?” Let’s talk about the name, Rv120. It sounds exotic, doesn’t it? Like some ancient, mystical route taken by Viking warriors on their quest for not just glory, but also the last of the cinnamon buns at the local bakery. With a title like that, you’d expect glacial landscapes, roaring rivers, and possibly even a bear waving hello. Instead, you’re greeted by a landscape that is best described as “the area just outside of my neighborhood.” The first part of your journey is Skedsmovollen, which sounds like a place where everyone’s last name ends in “-sen” and everyone’s favorite pastime is discussing how much they miss the old days of VHS tapes. You can’t help but feel the weight of history as you pass the mundane houses that look like they’ve been photocopied from the 1970s and placed haphazardly by the road. A sense of nostalgia washes over you, mainly because even the paint on the fences seems to be longing for a fresher perspective—like it just walked out of a bad breakup. As you venture further into the Rv120 experience, you might begin to feel a hint of excitement. “This is the scenic route! There must be something beautiful coming up,” you say to yourself, clutching your snacks as if they are your only lifeline. Spoiler alert: “scenic” is a loose term here. Sure, there are trees. And yes, there are fields. But unless you have a particular affinity for pastures where cows stare back at you like they hold the secrets of life, it might not be the idyllic road trip you envisioned. Oh, but wait! You eventually get to Mosesvingen, the “glorious” destination of your quest. This is the moment you hoped would bring everything together, a promise of breathtaking views and joyful revelations. Instead, you arrive at an intersection that could challenge even the smartest GPS navigation system. “Take a left turn, then a right, then a left at the next cow,” it says, leading you into a vast expanse of... well, nothing. You could have sworn you heard tumbleweed roll by, but you dismiss it as autumn whims. Along the way, Rv120 has plenty of little joys to offer: like the subtle art of dodging potholes big enough to hide a small family, or the exhilarating nature of guessing which car may or may not be swerving into your lane while ferociously texting their aunt about their latest avocado toast adventure. You get to experience the mystery of roadside attractions, which offer nothing more than a rusty sign that declares “Welcome to Nowhere,” leaving you utterly fascinated by its sheer lack of charm. Just when you think you’ve mastered the art of Rv120 and its curious attractions, you arrive at the realization that this route has a hidden agenda: it’s less about reaching a destination and more about teaching you the value of patience, endurance, and why road trips are perhaps best left to the creators of travel brochures. You might even find yourself counting the number of sheep you see, and by the end of the journey, each “baa” sounds like a desperate plea for you to hop on the next plane home. So, if you ever find yourself in Lillestrøm with the prospect of taking Rv120, here’s my advice: pack snacks, cue up your favorite podcasts, and maybe just contemplate the meaning of life instead of worrying about your destination. At the very least, you’ll have a wild story about the road less traveled and a newfound appreciation for the wonders of well-paved highways. Take it from me: sometimes, the scenic route is less about the scenery and more about the laughs shared between friends, preferably while stuck in traffic wondering whether you could have picked a more glamorous way to get to... anywhere else.