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Today was just cold and wet. That pretty much sums up the day.
Actually, the route was quite nice at least at the beginning, even though the path was basically a stream. In no time at all, I’m wet through all my layers. The only thing that keeps me halfway warm is riding. But even that doesn’t help when it goes downhill.
I stop at the supermarket to do some shopping, charge my equipment and warm up. The Joker chain in Norway never fails to delight me with its seating areas and customer toilets. I spend several hours in this shop and even cook myself lunch. I warm up a little, but I also realise how deep the cold is in my body, even though I haven’t travelled very far yet.
I briefly consider riding to the next DNT hut and drying and warming myself up there. That’s still 75 km and many hours in the saddle, with little chance of breaks to avoid cooling down. Instead, I decide to just ride as short a distance as necessary and crawl into my tent and warm sleeping bag as quickly as possible.
That’s exactly what I do. My sleeping place is not a beauty and maybe a bit close to huts and roads, but I don’t care about that now. I make myself a cocoa, eat cinnamon rolls and enjoy a slow evening in the warm and dry tent. It’s not raining that much anymore, but I’m happy not to have to wear my wet clothes anymore.
